That’s what it was like to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down trampling on the feelings of those...of those about you. To spend and waste time as though you had a million years. To be always at the mercy of one self-centered passion, or another. Now you know- that’s the happy existence you wanted to go back to. Ignorance and blindness. -Simon Stimson, OUR TOWN

Every good thing in the world stands on the razor-edge of danger.

There is no drunkenness equal to that of remembering whispered words in the night.

But there comes a time in everybody's life when he must decide whether he'll live among human beings or nota fool among fools or a fool alone.

A play visibly represents pure existing.

It is very necessary to have markers of beauty left in a world seemingly bent on making the most evil ugliness.

I regard the theatre as the greatest of all art forms.