I like plays where people talk a lot. Conversation is sustained. Argument is sustained.

The media. It sounds like a convention of spiritualists.

Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it.

War is capitalism with the gloves off.

It takes character to withstand the rigours of indolence.

A great production of a black comedy is better than a mediocre production of a comedy of errors.

War is capitalism with the gloves off and many who go to war know it but they go to war because they don't want to be a hero.