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Usually, The Way I Write Is To Sit Down At A Typewriter After That Year Or So Of What Passes For Thinking, And I Write A First Draft Quite Rapidly. Read It Over. Make A Few Pencil Corrections, Where I Think I've Got The Rhythms Wrong In The Speeches, For Example, And Then Retype The Whole Thing. And In The Retyping I Discover That Maybe One Or Two More Speeches Will Come In. One Or Two More Things Will Happen, But Not Much.

A Lot Of People Are Confused By "hello." A Lot Of People Are Confused By A Lot Of Things They Shouldn't Be Confused By.

Death Is Release, If You've Lived All Right.

The Most Profound Indication Of Social Malignancy ... No Sense Of Humor. None Of The Monoliths Could Take A Joke.

Within A Year After I Write A Play I Forget The Experience Of Having Written It. And I Couldn't Revise Or Rewrite It If I Wanted To. Up Until That Point, I'm So Involved With The Experience Of Having Written The Play, And The Nature Of It, That I Can't See What Faults It Might Have. The Only Moment Of Clear Objectivity That I Can Find Is At The Moment Of Critical Heat - Of Self-critical Heat When I'm Actually Writing.