I Long For Solitude And Yet I

Childhood Is The World Of Miracle Or Of Magic: It Is As If Creation Rose Luminously Out Of The Night, All New And Fresh And Astonishing. Childhood Is Over The Moment Things Are No Longer Astonishing. When The World Gives You A Feeling Of "déjà Vu," When You Are Used To Existence, You Become An Adult.

Logic Is A Very Beautiful Thing. As Long As It Is Not Abused.

The Poet Cannot Invent New Words Every Time, Of Course. He Uses The Words Of The Tribe. But The Handling Of The Word, The Accent, A New Articulation, Renew Them.

I've Always Been Suspicious Of Collective Truths.

All The Plays That Have Ever Been Written, From Ancient Greece To The Present Day, Have Never Really Been Anything But Thrillers... Drama's Always Been Realistic And There's Always Been A Detective About... Every Play's An Investigation Brought To A Successful Conclusion.