It may be that even if half consciously, we choose our personalities to maintain a certain saving balance in the family's little universe.

I think the job of the artist is to remind people of what they have chosen to forget.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

We are what we always were in Salem, but now the little crazy children are jangling the keys of the kingdom, and common vengeance writes the law!

I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.

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 emotion which you could observe and walk away from.

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

An era can be said to end when its basic illusions are exhausted.

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

The structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.

Don't be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value.

I had it drummed into me from an early age that personalizing everything was not a good thing. Besides, I don't think that kind of commodity-driven system makes for the most productive architecture.

He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.

Nothing compares with the satisfaction of pleasing the heart of our heavenly Father.

I try to do as much as I can. I probably knew more about Earl Mills than anybody on earth besides people who actually knew him.

Suffering well borne is better than suffering removed.

If you pay too much attention to hate, they win...they bring you down. Too much love in the world to deal with that nonsense. Be positive.

The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana.

I saw you put rice in a toaster once," said Mae. "I was there when made the tin of beans explode." "It was faulty," Jamie protested, his eyes shifty. " I am sure of this.

The narrative of serial art works more like music than like literature.

The capacity for emotional sobriety belongs to everybody in the human family and leads to a fully human response to the adventure and goodness of the gift of human life.