Most of the really good literature I've read in my life was political, meaning it was important - about something going on in the history of the world - or contemporary.

I don't do the things other people call "play."

Art invites us to know beauty and to solicit it, summon it, from even the most tragic of circumstances.

A son ain't what a woman say. A son is what a man do.

My metaphor is that evil always has a top hat and a cape, and goodness is over there in the corner. For me it's just too easy, if you hate your country or your wife, so you kill them. You can't think through that, you can't feel through that, you can't do the work. And now we have guns. Solution? I don't think so.

They encouraged you to put some of your weight in their hands and soon as you felt how light and lovely it was, they studied your scars and tribulations.

they ran in the sunlight, creating their own breeze which pressed their dresses into their damp skin. Reaching a kind of square of four locked trees which promised cooling; they flung themselves into the shade to taste their lip sweat and contemplate the wildness that had come upon them so suddenly