Progress Is A Set Of

To A Certain Extent I Imagine A Play Is Completely Finished In My Mind - In My Case, At Any Rate - Without My Knowing It, Before I Sit Down To Write.

Death Is Release, If You've Lived All Right.

Remember One Thing About Democracy. We Can Have Anything We Want And At The Same Time, We Always End Up With Exactly What We Deserve.

Within A Year After I Write A Play I Forget The Experience Of Having Written It. And I Couldn't Revise Or Rewrite It If I Wanted To. Up Until That Point, I'm So Involved With The Experience Of Having Written The Play, And The Nature Of It, That I Can't See What Faults It Might Have. The Only Moment Of Clear Objectivity That I Can Find Is At The Moment Of Critical Heat - Of Self-critical Heat When I'm Actually Writing.

I Was Twenty-nine Years Old And I Wasn't A Very Good Poet And I Wasn't A Very Good Novelist, [so] I Thought I Would Try Writing A Play, Which Seems To Have Worked Out A Little Better.