In his play depicting the Salem Witch Trials, the author illustrates profound psychological bullying. The ringleader of young girls suspected of unsavory conduct, frightens her friends into silence by warning: Now, look you; All of you. We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam's dead sisters, and that was all. ... Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night, and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.

A doctor could make a million dollars if he could figure out a way to bring a boy into the world without a trigger finger.

He's liked, but he's not well liked.

It was not really possible to understand oneself, let alone another human being.

The mission of the theatre, after all, is to change, to raise the consciousness of people to their human possibilities.

I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.

The need of man to wholly realize himself is the only fixed star.