Everybody is nothing until you love them.
It’s hard enough for me to write what I want to write without me trying to write what you say they want me to write which I don’t want to write.
The theatre is a place where one has time for the problems of people to whom one would show the door if they came to one’s office for a job.
All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.
Revolution only needs good dreamers who remember their dreams.
Not facing a fire doesn’t put it out.
What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.
I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire.
Maggie, we’re through with lies and liars in this house. Lock the door.
Success and failure are equally disastrous.
An artist must believe in himself. Your belief is contagious. Others may say he is vain, but they are affected.
I don’t want realism. I want magic!
To be free is to have achieved your life.
Life is an unanswered question, but let’s still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.
A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.
I don’t ask for your pity, but just your understanding – no, not even that -no. Just for your recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.
We’re left alone with each other. We have to creep close to each other and give gentle little nudges with our paws and our muzzles before we can slip into sleep and rest for the next day’s playtime.
Physical beauty is passing – a transitory possession – but beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart – I have all these things – aren’t taken away but grow! Increase with the years!
Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.
These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us?