Be Liked And You Will Never Want.

The Best Of Our Theater Is Standing On Tiptoe, Striving To See Over The Shoulders Of Father And Mother. The Worst Is Exploiting And Wallowing In The Self-pity Of Adolescence And Obsessive Keyhole Sexuality. The Way Out, As The Poet Says, Is Always Through.

What Work You Do! It's Strange Work For A Christian Girl To Hang Old Women!

An Era Can Be Said To End When Its Basic Illusions Are Exhausted.

Proctor, His Mind Wild, Breathless: I Say--i Say--god Is Dead!

The Job Is To Ask Questions - It Always Was - And To Ask Them As Inexorably As I Can. And To Face The Absence Of Precise Answers With A Certain Humility.