We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal.

We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.

We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

To be free is to have achieved your life.

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.

If I am no longer disturbed myself, I will deal less with disturbed people, but I don't regret having concerned myself with them because I think most of us are disturbed.

I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.

I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.

I have always been pushed by the negative. The apparent failure of a play sends me back to my typewriter that very night, before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success.

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

For time is the longest distance between two places.

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.