The one living playwright I admire without any reservation whatsoever is Samuel Beckett. I have funny feelings about almost all the others.

All plays are social comment to one extent or another.

Well, when I was six years old I decided, not that I was going to be, but with my usual modesty, that I was a writer.

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.

A play is fiction and fiction is fact distilled into truth.

If you intellectualize and examine the creative process too carefully it can evaporate and vanish. It's not only terribly difficult to talk about, it's also dangerous.

Sincerity doesn't mean anything. A person can be sincere and be more destructive than a person who is insincere.