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

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!

Tenterhooks are the upholstery of the anxious seat.

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

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.

That's the whole story of my life: frustration. It's a chronic disease, and it's incurable.

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