Styles In Wit Change So.

Truth Made You A Traitor As It Often Does In A Time Of Scoundrels.

Lonely. I Always Thought Loneliness Meant Alone, Without People. It Means Something Else.

I Wanted To See What Was There For Me Once, What Is There For Me Now.

Writers Talk Too Much.

I've Always Had Great Satisfaction Out Of Writing The Plays. I've Not Always Had Great Satisfaction Out Of Seeing Them Produced-although Often I've Had Satisfaction There. When Things Go Well In Production, On Opening There's No Nicer Feeling In The World-what Could Be Nicer Than Watching An Audience Respond? You Can't That From A Book. It's A Fine Feeling To Walk Into The Theater And See Living People Respond To Something You've Done.