Yes … but was I happy? Did I sit there and did contentment bathe me in its warm light? - Edward Albee

"You...you've been here quite a long time, haven't you?"
What? Oh...yes. Ever since I married What's-her-name. Uh, Martha. Even before that. Forever. Dashed hopes, and good intentions. Good, better, best, bested. How do you like that for a declension, young man?

The arts are the only things that separate us from the other animals. The arts are not decorative. ... They are essential to our comprehension of consciousness and ourselves.

Writers have this schizophrenic ability to both participate in their lives and, at the same time, observe themselves participating in their lives.