What, after all,is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean.
The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.
The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate
Comedy is an escape, not from truth but from despair; a narrow escape into faith.
In my plays I want to look at life at the commonplace of existence as if we had just turned a corner and run into it for the first time.
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.