The Weasel Under The Cocktail Cabinet.

As A Writer You're Holding A Dog. You Let The Dog Run About. But You Finally Can Pull Him Back. Finally, I'm In Control. But The Great Excitement Is To See What Happens If You Let The Whole Thing Go. And The Dog Or The Character Really Runs About, Bites Everyone In Sight, Jumps Up Trees, Falls Into Lakes, Gets Wet, And You Let That Happen. That's The Excitement Of Writing Plays-to Allow The Thing To Be Free But Still Hold The Final Leash.

The Room I Wrote In 1957, And I Was Really Gratified To Find That It Stood Up. I Didn't Have To Change A Word.

The Crimes Of The U.s. Throughout The World Have Been Systematic, Constant, Clinical, Remorseless, And Fully Documented But Nobody Talks About Them.

It's So Easy For Propaganda To Work, And Dissent To Be Mocked.

It Was Difficult Being A Conscientious Objector In The 1940's, But I Felt I Had To Stick To My Guns.