[My characters are] conglomerations of past and present stages of civilization, bits from books and newspapers, scraps of humanity, rags and tatters of fine clothing, patched together as is the human soul

There are poisons that blind you, and poisons that open your eyes.

Any programming language is at its best before it is implemented and used. Anything is possible, anything can happen. On a flimsy ground of reality, imagination spins marvelous patterns.

Silence hides nothing. Words conceal.

The further from one another, the nearer one can be.

I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.

Life is not so idiotically mathematical that only the big eat the small; it is just as common for a bee to kill a lion or at least to drive it mad.