Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.

The theater is so endlessly fascinating because it's so accidental. It's so much like life.

After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive.

The success of a play, especially one's first success, is somewhat like pushing against a door which is suddenly opened that was always securely shut until then. For myself, the experience was invigorating. It suddenly seemed that the audience was a mass of blood relations, and I sensed a warmth in the world that had not been there before. It made it possible to dream of daring more and risking more.

The parochial snobbery of these people was partly responsible for their failure to convert the Indians. Probably they also preferred to take land from heathens rather than from fellow Christians. At any rate, very few Indians were converted, and the Salem folk believed that the virgin forest was the Devil's last preserve, his home base and the citadel of his final stand. To the best of their knowledge the American forest was the last place on earth that was not paying homage to God.

They tried to escape technology, to stay away from that and still have relationships with their fellow humans. Very difficult.

Just remember, kid, you can quicker get back a million dollars that was stole than a word that you gave away.