Knowing is the most profound kind of love, giving someone the gift of knowledge about yourself.

During the day, our souls gather their ... impressions of us, how our lives feel. ... Our spirits collect these impressions, keep them together, like wisps of smoke in a bag. Then, when we're asleep, our brains open up these bags of smoke ... and take a look.

After I won the Pulitzer, there was this sense of, 'OK, that's enough for you. Now go away.' What I wanted was to keep writing, keep working. But no one would produce anything of mine they didn't think would be as big as ''night, Mother.'

Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.

When ''night, Mother' opened, I did not know how long it would be before I would have another show on Broadway.

There is no point in trying to remember your dreams ... There is only the unspeakable joy of eavesdropping on your spirit, catching tiny glimpses of its independent life, resting for a moment in its wisdom, puzzling, laughing sometimes, over what it's up to, what it makes of you.

When you fight something long enough, it becomes a center pole right in your life and you count on it to be there to fight with.