For a long time I managed to think two things simultaneously, that I am actually a good playwright, and that the next time I write a play I will be revealed as someone who is no good at all.

The results of the divorce between truth and human beings can be most graphically observed in politics.

I think that the present is worth attention, one shouldn't sacrifice it to future conceptions of, of this future or that future.

Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art.

Any revival in which I am involved is liable to change.

He's never known anything like it! But then, he has never known anything to write home about, so this is nothing to write home about.

I'm offended by things and take pathetic little stands against them.