What a word is truth. Slippery, tricky, unreliable. I tried in these books to tell the truth.

I've always had great satisfaction out of writing the plays. I've not always had great satisfaction out of seeing them produced-although often I've had satisfaction there. When things go well in production, on opening there's no nicer feeling in the world-what could be nicer than watching an audience respond? You can't that from a book. It's a fine feeling to walk into the theater and see living people respond to something you've done.

Fear comes with middle age.

Writers talk too much.

I am suspicious of guilt in myself and in other people; it is usually a way of not thinking, or of announcing one's own fine sensibilities the better to be rid of them fast.

Rebels seldom make good revolutionaries, because organized action, even union with other people, is not possible for them.

Maybe money is unreal for most of us, easier to give away than things we want.