Not facing a fire doesn't put it out.

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

I'm not living with you. We occupy the same cage. (Maggie)

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

I don't want realism. I want magic!

Time doesn't take away from true friendship, nor does separation.

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.