“Not facing a fire doesn’t put it out.”

Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else.

It is, perhaps more than anything else, the arrest of time which has taken place in a completed work of art that gives certain plays their feeling of depth and significance.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

If you can’t be yourself, what’s the point of being anyone else?

Marriage is an economic arrangement in many ways, let’s face it.

I’m not living with you. We occupy the same cage. (Maggie)

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

This is so simple I’m ashamed to say it, but I’m sure it’s true. In fact, I would bet my life on it! And that’s why I don’t understand why our propaganda machines are always trying to teach us, to persuade us, to hate and fear other people on the same little world that we live in.

I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.

Maggie, we’re through with lies and liars in this house. Lock the door.

I respect a person that has had to fight and howl for his decency.

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.

When I stop working the rest of the day is posthumous. I’m only really alive when I’m writing.

What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof? – I wish I knew… Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can.

Once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle, you are equipped with the basic means of salvation.

ISIS says they want to go back and reject modernity? Well, I think we should help them. We ought to bomb them back to the Stone Age.

Burt Reynolds once asked me out. I was in his room.

What I’ve noticed about Hollywood is, if you go out there shouting about who you are, they will love you for it. But if you go out not knowing what it is that you’re representing, and you are just a canvas, they will make you into the thing they need you to be.

It’s a burden trying to keep a secret. It’s hard. It probably takes more out of you trying to hold it and keep it than it does for you to really let it out.

I’m a bit of a gypsy. I live everywhere; I live out of a bag.

The first year was hard for me to deal with. The second year was a little bit easier, but still difficult. It took me five years to get it out of me. It was a difficult moment, a difficult time.

Through the act of translation we break out of linguistic confinement and reach many other communities.

Artists love to immerse themselves in chaos in order to put it into form, just as God created form out of chaos in Genesis. Forever unsatisfied with the mundane, the apathetic, the conventional, they always push on to newer worlds.