Personal lyricism is the outcry of prisoner to prisoner from the cell in solitary where each is confined for the duration of his life.

No, truth is something desperate, an' she's got it. Believe me, it's something desperate, an' she's got it.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

You take it for granted that I am in something that I want to get out of.

I believe the way to write a good play is to convince yourself it is easy to do, then go ahead and do it with ease.

Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.

The future is called 'perhaps,' which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the important thing is not to allow that to scare you.