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Im Not Suggesting That The Play Is Without Fault; All Of My Plays Are Imperfect, Im Rather Happy To Say-it Leaves Me Something To Do.

A Play Is Fiction And Fiction Is Fact Distilled Into Truth.

In The Two Or Three Or Four Months That It Takes Me To Write A Play, I Find That The Reality Of The Play Is A Great Deal More Alive For Me Than What Passes For Reality. I'm Infinitely More Involved In The Reality Of The Characters And Their Situation Than I Am In Everyday Life. The Involvement Is Terribly Intense.

I Think I Sit Down To The Typewriter When It's Time To Sit Down To The Typewriter. That Isn't To Suggest That When I Do Finally Sit Down At The Typewriter, And Write Out My Plays With A Speed That Seems To Horrify All My Detractors And Half Of My Well-wishers, That There's No Work Involved. It Is Hard Work, And One Is Doing All The Work Oneself.

Sincerity Doesn't Mean Anything. A Person Can Be Sincere And Be More Destructive Than A Person Who Is Insincere.