The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one's own character to himself.

Oh, you can't describe someone you're in love with!

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.

The name of a person you love is more than language.

I'm much more conscious of historical events since the '60s. In the '60s, I was insulated by my own addictions, my own lifestyle, from what was going on in the world. After I recovered I was amazed at certain people who had died. I hadn't noticed that they had gone. Not friends ... I'm talking about public figures who had passed away.

I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire.