William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. "In the time of your life--live!" That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

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.

Nobody sees anybody truly, but all through the flaws of their own ego.

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

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.

There is only one true aristocracy . . . and that is the aristocracy of passionate souls!

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.