It’s very difficult to feel contempt for others when you see yourself in the mirror.

There never is any such thing as one truth to be found in dramatic art. There are many. These truths challenge each other, recoil from each other, reflect each other, ignore each other, tease each other, are blind to each other. Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

There are some good rules and there are some lousy rules.

Occasionally it does hit me, the words on a page. And I still love doing that, as I have for the last 60 years.

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

I believe the US is a truly monstrous force in the world, now off the leash for obvious reasons.