Symbols are nothing but the natural speech of drama.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

The human animal is a beast that dies but the fact that he’s dying don’t give him pity for others.

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.

I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can...well, nest.

The most dangerous word in any human tongue is the word for brother. It's inflammatory.

The name of a person you love is more than language.