Britain, which in the years immediately before this war was rapidly losing such democratic virtues as it possessed, is now being bombed and burned into democracy.

California, that advance post of our civilization, with its huge aircraft factories, TV and film studios, automobile way of life... its flavourless cosmopolitanism, its charlatan philosophies and religions, its lack of anything old and well-tried rooted in tradition and character.

Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.

Like its politicians and its wars, society has the teenagers it deserves.

If there is one thing left that I would like to do, it's to write something really beautiful. And I could do it, you know. I could still do it.

Depending upon shock tactics is easy, whereas writing a good play is difficult. Pubic hair is no substitute for wit.

I can't help feeling wary when I hear anything said about the masses. First you take their faces from 'em by calling 'em the masses and then you accuse 'em of not having any faces.