I have learned that neither kindness or cruelty by themselves, or independent of each other, create any effect beyond themselves.

All plays are social comment to one extent or another.

If I've been accused a number of times of writing plays where the endings are ambivalent, indeed, that's the way I find life.

Dashed hopes and good intentions. Good, better, best, bested.

I'm back in fashion again for a while now. But I imagine that three or four years from now I'll be out again. And in another fifteen years I'll be back. If you try to write to stay in fashion, if you try to write to be the critics' darling, you become an employee.

I find that when my plays are going well, they seem to resemble pieces of music. But if I had to go into specifics about it, I wouldn't be able to. It's merely something that I feel.

In the two or three or four months that it takes me to write a play, I find that the reality of the play is a great deal more alive for me than what passes for reality. I'm infinitely more involved in the reality of the characters and their situation than I am in everyday life. The involvement is terribly intense.