Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

Once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle, you are equipped with the basic means of salvation.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.

The theatre is a place where one has time for the problems of people to whom one would show the door if they came to one's office for a job.

Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you--gently, with love, and hand your life back to you, like something gold you let go of--and I can! I'm determined to do it--and nothing's more determined than a cat on a tin roof--is there?

The nervous system of any age or nation is its creative workers, its artists. And if that nervous system is profoundly disturbed by its environment, the work it produces will inescapably reflect the disturbances, sometimes obliquely and sometimes with violent directness.