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.

...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.

The writing of words can lead to all sorts of absurdities.

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

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

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

The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.