I don't believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting the doubt of others has always given me.

I don't want realism. I want magic!

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.

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.

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

There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast.

Kenneth Hari does not paint portraits as they are but as he is. I feel he is hiding something from me. To board a train into his mind would give me a ride into dark adventure.