Until An Hour Before The Devil Fell,

Americans Don't Speak Foreign Languages, By And Large. Their Interest In Anything Beyond The Borders Of The Country Is Limited. A European Of Any Cultivation Has To Speak A Couple Of Languages; He Inevitably Without Being Very Thoughtful About It Gets To Understand What Other People Think About Him.

There Is A Kind Of Perverse Unity Forming Among Us, Born, I Think, Of The Discontent Of All Classes Of People With The Endless Frustration Of Life.

The Success Of A Play, Especially One's First Success, Is Somewhat Like Pushing Against A Door Which Is Suddenly Opened That Was Always Securely Shut Until Then. For Myself, The Experience Was Invigorating. It Suddenly Seemed That The Audience Was A Mass Of Blood Relations, And I Sensed A Warmth In The World That Had Not Been There Before. It Made It Possible To Dream Of Daring More And Risking More.

I Know You're No Worse Than Most Men But I Thought You Were Better. I Never Saw You As A Man. I Saw You As My Father.

Without Alienation, There Can Be No Politics.