Because it strikes me there is something greater than judgement. I think it is called mercy.

The world is not full of betrayers, it is full of people with decent motives and a full desire to do right by those who know them and love them. This is a little-known truth, but I think it is a truth nonetheless. Empirically, from all the years of my work, I would attest to that. I know it is a miraculous conclusion, but there it is. We like to make strangers of everyone. We are not wolves, but lambs astonished in the margins of the fields by sunlight and summer.

A beard on a man is only a way of hiding something, his face of course, but also the inner matters, like a hedge around a secret garden, or a cover over a bird cage.

I haven't really written my plays and books - I've heard them. The stories are there already, singing in your genes and in your blood.

Because it strikes me there is something greater than judgement. I think it is called mercy.

It is very difficult to be a hero without an audience, although, in a sense, we are each the hero of a peculiar, half-ruined film called our life.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.