For a creative person there's just as much pleasure in writing an eight-line poem as there is in writing a blockbuster play ... of the old '50s type.

All creative work, all life in a sense, is a cri de coeur.

Things have a way of turning out so badly.

We've had this date with each other from the beginning.

Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each other. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.

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

I must endure & endure & still endure.