Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude?

There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.

Life itself is the real and most miraculous miracle of all. If one had never before seen a human hand and were suddenly presented for the first time with this strange and wonderful thing, what a miracle, what a magnificently shocking and inexplicable and mysterious thing it would be.

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 has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.

Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude?

How can a man learn navigation Where there's no rudder?