I’m a poet. And then I put the poetry in the drama. I put it in short stories, and I put it in the plays. Poetry’s poetry. It doesn’t have to be called a poem, you know.

Being a memory play, it is dimly lighted, it is sentimental. It is not realistic.

Go, then! Go to the moon-you selfish dreamer!

I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

The helpless can't help the helpless.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

Q.Do you have any positive message, in your opinion? A.Indeed I do think that I do. Q.Such as what? A.The crying, almost screaming, need of a great worldwide human effort to know ourselves and each other a great deal better, well enough to concede that no man has a monopoly on right or virtue any more than any man has a corner on duplicity and evil and so forth. If people, and races and nations, would start with that self-manifest truth, then I think that the world could sidestep the sort of corruption which I have involuntarily chosen as the basic, allegorical theme of my plays as a whole.