The man who has everything figured out is probably a fool.

It's always such a joy that you wake up in the morning and there's work to do.

In no instance is there to be a musical or opera of Inherit the Wind because it doesn't sing. It's an intellectual play.

Progress has never been a bargain. You have to pay for it. Sometimes I think there's a man who sits behind a counter and says, "All right, you can have a telephone but you lose privacy and the charm of distance. Madam, you may vote but at a price. You lose the right to retreat behind the powder puff or your petticoat. Mister, you may conquer the air but the birds will lose their wonder and the clouds will smell of gasoline."

The whole point of writing is to have something in your gut or in your soul or in your mind that's burning to be written.

Thou shalt not steal the shekels of thine audience with a play which doth not let them know what the hell goeth on.

The aftermath of the war is what inspired us to write many of our plays. The whole reason for our writing Inherit the Wind was that we were appalled at the blacklisting. We were appalled at thought control.