If you [c]annot find your [h]eart's desire in your own backyard, you never lost it to begin with

Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.

A play should have barely been rescued from the mess it might just as easily have been.

Here's another piece of advice, only date people who have read a different set of books than you have read, it will save you lots of time in the library.

I make my living now as a screenwriter! Which I’m surprised and horrified to find myself saying, but I don’t think I can support myself as a playwright at this point. I don’t think anybody does.

Part of what makes for good writing is an ear for what we would call the poetical. Poetry itself is another thing and it seems to me to be the most difficult writing - that those people are the best writers and they lead the way for everyone else and their writing is frighteningly great.

Respect the delicate ecology of your delusions.