I Think You Remember Everything ... You

The Function Of Art Is To Bring People Into Greater Touch With Reality, And Yet Our Movie Houses And Family Rooms Are Jammed With People After As Much Reality-removal As They Can Get.

I Think It's For The Critics To Decide Whether Or Not Their Loathing Of The Play Is Based On Something Other Than The Play's Merits Or Demerits. They Must Search Their Own Souls, Or Whatever.

The Characters' Lives Have Gone On Before The Moment You Chose To Have The Action Of The Play Begin. And Their Lives Are Going To Go On After You Have Lowered The Final Curtain On The Play, Unless You've Killed Them Off.

Careers Are Funny Things. They Begin Mysteriously And, Just As Mysteriously, They Can End.

Unless You Are Terribly, Terribly Careful, You Run The Danger-- Without Even Knowing It Is Happening To You-- Of Slipping Into The Fatal Error Of Reflecting The Public Taste Instead Of Creating It. Your Responsibility Is To The Public Consciousness, Not To The Public View Of Itself.