There are times in my 30 years in the theater that I have come perilously close to losing faith in the one form of action I have in this life.

Love is the only energy I’ve ever used as a writer. I’ve never written out of anger, although anger has informed love.

You can't answer violence with counter violence ... The answer is love. The best sabotage is love.

As fascinated as I was by words on paper, it was matched by my fascination with words in people's mouths. The spoken word. And that is the world of theatre.

To know nothing about yourself is to be constantly in danger of nothingness, those voids of non-being over which a man walks the tightrope of his life.

If the nature of human experience changes with the color of a man's skin, then the racists have been right all along.

For you in the West to hear the phrase 'All men are created equal' is to draw a yawn. For us, it's a miracle. We're starting out at rock bottom, man. But South Africa does have soul.

Without white South Africa realizing what it had done - and on the basis of that realization having the courage to ask for forgiveness - there can really be no significant movement.

We compound our suffering by victimizing each other.

Life is just a plain bloody mess, that's all. And people are fools.

Every boy needs a role model that he can be proud of and talk about to the other kids in the playground.

I am an advocate of godliness, not of god.

First love is like hearing your favorite music, regardless of how much you repeat it, every time you will enjoy all the pain.

Kind words and tender affections will not save me from this lake of woe and misery, but they may be enough of a buoy to prevent my drowning.

Priests might divide the world into good and bad. In battle there was strong and weak and nothing else.

When u dont value the tears shed in your absence, you dont deserve the smile which begets the fragrance in life .

Break their hearts my pride and hope, break their hearts and have no mercy. -Miss Havisham

Credit is the air that financial markets breathe, and when the air is poisoned, there's no place to hide.

There is a strange and mighty race of people called the Americans who are rapidly becoming the coldest in the world because of this cruel, man-eating idol, lucre.

The muddy moods of oil paints are the painter's muddy humors, and its brilliant transformations are the painter's unexpected discoveries.

Modern thought has transferred the spectral character of Death to the notion of time itself. Time has become Death triumphant over all.