There's a virtue in slowness, which we have lost

I get fed up with all this nonsense of ringing people up and lighting cigarettes and answering the doorbell that passes for action in so many modern plays.

love had turned into "love affair" with a begining and an end.

I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.

Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.

Its typical of Mexico, of the whole human race perhaps — violence in favour of an ideal and then the ideal lost but the violence just going on.

He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that is where we really belong.