The only thing you got in this world is what you can sell. And the funny thing is that you're a salesman, and you don't know that..

I am a good woman. I know it..

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 cul….

It is time that we, who are without kings, took up this bright thread of our history and followed it to the only place it can possibly lead in our ti….

Let you look sometimes for the goodness in me, and judge me not..

...an everlasting funeral marches round your heart..

Pathos truly is the mode for the pessimist. But tragedy requires a nicer balance between what is possible and what is impossible. And it is curious, ….

The word "now" is like a bomb through the window, and it ticks..

More Weight -Giles Corey-.

. . usually, the biggest problems of adapting plays into screenplays is that they stick too close to the play, and I think film is a completely diffe….

Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I wil….

Like every writer, I am asked where my work originates, and if I knew I would go there more often to find more..

I'm the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious New York theater has died in my lifetime..

Well, all the plays that I was trying to write were plays that would grab an audience by the throat and not release them, rather than presenting an e….

I have made more friends for American culture than the State Department. Certainly I have made fewer enemies, but that isn't very difficult..

The concentration camp is the final expression of human separateness and its ultimate consequence. It is organized abandonment..

The shadow of a cornstalk on the ground is lovely, but it is no denial of its loveliness to see as one looks on it that it is telling the time of day….

Everything we are is at every moment alive in us..

most of the time we settle for half and i like it better, even as i know how wrong he was and his death useless, i tremble for i confess that somethi….

Part of knowing who we are is knowing we are not someone else. And Jew is only the name we give to that stranger, the agony we cannot feel, the death….

Poor brain! How helplessly it dissolves when willing eyes meet and the nose warms to those old jungle scents..