All art is a kind of confession.

The questions which one asks oneself begin, at least, to illuminate the world, and become one's key to the experience of others.

There is something terribly radical about believing that one's own experience and images are important enough to speak about, much less to write about and to perform

It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.

We have all had the experience of finding that our reactions and perhaps even our deeds have denied beliefs we thought were ours.

It is rare indeed that people give. Most people guard and keep; they suppose that it is they themselves and what they identify with themselves that they are guarding and keeping, whereas what they are actually guarding and keeping is their system of reality and what they assume themselves to be.

The hope of the world lies in what one demands, not of others, but of oneself.