Suicide is no more than a trick played on the calendar.

All mystical experience is coincidence; and vice versa, of course.

Carnal embrace is the practice of throwing one's arms around a side of beef.

It was a different planet in 1967, the Broadway theatre. It had a little ashtray clamped to the back of every seat and the author got 10% of the gross.

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

From principles is derived probability, but truth or certainty is obtained only from facts.

I'm so grateful to grab hold of something that wants to be a play. It doesn't happen very often. I don't have unwritten plays waiting for their turn.