Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

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.

The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn't so funny.

We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .

Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.

I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.