EMILY: "Does anyone ever realize life while they live it...every, every minute?" STAGE MANAGER: "No. Saints and poets maybe...they do some.

One of the dangers of the American artist is that he finds himself almost exclusively thrown in with persons more or less in the arts. He lives among them, eats among them, quarrels with them, marries them.

Being employed is like being loved: you know that somebody's thinking about you the whole time.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

I hold we cannot be said to be aware of our minds save under responsibility.

There is nothing like eavesdropping to show you that the world outside your head is different from the world inside your head.