I'll tell you what I really think about politicians. The other night I watched some politicians on television talking about Vietnam. I wanted very much to burst through the screen with a flame thrower and burn their eyes out and their balls off and then inquire from them how they would assess the action from a political point of view.

The Room I wrote in 1957, and I was really gratified to find that it stood up. I didn't have to change a word.

The crimes of the U.S. throughout the world have been systematic, constant, clinical, remorseless, and fully documented but nobody talks about them.

I mean, if a thing works, if a thing is right, respect that, acknowledge it, respect it and hold to it.

I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.

The more acute the experience, the less articulate its expression.

I can't really articulate what I feel.