Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.
I think it's a mistake to ever look for hope outside of one's self.
Certainly the most diverse, if minor, pastime of literary life is the game of Find the Author.
If you complain of people being shot down in the streets, of the absence of communication or social responsibility, of the rise of everyday violence which people have become accustomed to, and the dehumanisation of feelings, then the ultimate development on an organized social level is the concentration camp. . . . The concentration camp is the final expression of human separateness and its ultimate consequence. It is organized abandonment.
By whatever means it is accomplished, the prime business of a play is to arouse the passions of its audience so that by the route of passion may be opened up new relationships between a man and men, and between men and Man. Drama is akin to the other inventions of man in that it ought to help us to know more, and not merely to spend our feelings.
Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.
All we are is a lot of talking nitrogen.
A suicide kills two people, Maggie, that's what it's for!
A playwright lives in an occupied country. And if you can't live that way you don't stay.
A playwright . . . is . . . the litmus paper of the arts. He's got to be, because if he isn't working on the same wave length as the audience, no one would know what in hell he was talking about. He is a kind of psychic journalist, even when he's great.