I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

My mind may be American but my heart is British.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

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

And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.

We might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing, and that we should be none the worse for articulating what passes in our minds when we read a book and feel an emotion about it, for criticizing our own minds in their work of criticism.

People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.