We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

All good art is an indiscretion.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death's the other.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

Success and failure are equally disastrous.

I have always been pushed by the negative. The apparent failure of a play sends me back to my typewriter that very night, before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success.

The future is called 'perhaps,' which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the important thing is not to allow that to scare you.

All of us are guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.