I think plays, like books, are endemic. They grow out of the soil of the writer and the place he's writing about. I think, you just can't move them about, you know.

Librarians as a race tend to be tedious.

Everything we feel is made of Time. All the beauties of life are shaped by it.

The Normal is the good smile in a child’s eyes - all right. It is also the dead stare in a million adults.

He'll be delivered from madness. What then? He'll feel himself acceptable! What then? Do you think feelings like his can be simply re-attached, like plasters? Stuck on to other objects we select? Look at him! ... My desire might be to make this boy an ardent husband - a caring citizen - a worshipper of abstract and unifying God. My achievement, however, is more likely to make a ghost!

All I ever wanted was to sing to God. He gave me that longing and then made me mute.

The devil isn't made by what Mommy says or what Daddy says. The devil is there.