No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

With out some kind of god, man is not very intresting

This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.

Playwriting gets into your blood and you can't stop it. At least not until the producers or the public tell you to.

You must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.

Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?

There will be time to murder and create.