I've Seen An Awful Lot Of Plays

There Are Only Two Things To Write About: Life And Death.

I Find That In The Course Of The Day When I'm Writing, After Three Or Four Hours Of Intense Work, I Have A Splitting Headache, And I Have To Stop. Because The Involvement, Which Is Both Creative And Self-critical, Is So Intense That I've Got To Stop Doing It.

There Is Chaos Behind The Civility, Of Course.

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.

The Notion That Women Are Less Aesthetically Profound And Innovative Than Men--just Not Very Important, If You Know What I Mean--doubtless Spreads Back To Our Beginnings As Upright Animals: The Males Hunted And Killed For The Family While The Females Stayed Home In The Cave And Tended The Strange Little Creatures They Were Giving Birth To.