He must be independent and brave, and sure of himself and of the importance of his work, because if he isn't he will never survive the scorching blasts of derision that will probably greet his first efforts.

I remember when I was younger, there was a well-known writer who used to dart down the back way whenever saw me coming. I suppose he was in love with me and wasn't quite sure of himself. Well, c'est la vie!

Poor, dear God. Playing Idiot's Delight. The game that never means anything, and never ends.

And who are the greater criminals-those who sell the instruments of death, or those who buy them and use them?

We all come from our own little planets. That's why we're all different. That's what makes life interesting.

The happiest miser on earth is the man who saves up every friend he can make.

To be able to write a play a man must be sensitive, imaginative, naive, gullible, passionate; he must be something of an imbecile, something of a poet, something of a liar, something of a damn fool.