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.
You can make a killing as a playwright in America, but you can't make a living.
Realism, in so far as the word means reality to life, is always bad art.
The writing of words can lead to all sorts of absurdities.
It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.
Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.