I am interested in madness. I believe it is the biggest thing in the human race, and the most constant. How do you take away from a man his madness without also taking away his identity? Are we sure it is desirable for a man's spirit not to be at war with itself, or that it is better to be serene and ready to go to dinner than to be excited and unwilling to stop for a cup of coffee, even?

You write a hit play the same way you write a flop.

If you’re alive, you can’t be bored in San Francisco. If you’re not alive, San Francisco will bring you to life.

We are not forced into unpleasant activities. We either allow them to come about or we encourage them to come about.

The mad also laugh, or is that what Freud and the others discovered perhaps, that only the mad laugh?

Chance acquaintances are sometimes the most memorable, for brief friendships have such definite starting and stopping points that they take on a quality of art, of a whole thing, which cannot be broken or spoiled.

Live, for this is the time of your life.