You can make a killing as a playwright in America, but you can't make a living.

I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.

Most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not.

I think that those of us who are what are called intellectuals make a terrible mistake in overvaluing the yen we have for the arts, books, etc. There is a sweet, fine quality in life that has nothing to do with this, and more and more I find myself valuing myself with those people.

You must try to forget all you have learned,” said the old man. “You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.