When Mr. Wilbur calls his play 'Halfway to Hell,' he underestimates the distance.

There is no joy so great as that of reporting that a good play has come to town.

The Blonde in the Thunderbird

Ethel Waters, the flaming tower of dusky regality, who knows how to make a song stand on tiptoe.

Good plays drive bad playgoers crazy.

The only important thing a writer needs is a subject. What the reader hungers after is not accomplished craftsmanship nor even correct grammar but a frank report of the things a writer has done, seen, and thought. None of these can be learned in the library or classroom. They have to be learned in the unsheltered world of living where me get slivers of the truth beaten into their heads.