Louise Bryant: I'm sorry if you don't believe in mutual independence and free love and respect. Eugene O'Neill: Don't give me... a lot of parlor socialism that you learned in the village. If you were mine, I wouldn't share you with anybody or anything. It would be just you and me. You'd be at the center of it all. You know it would feel a lot more like love than being left alone with your work.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our conversation begins to look like the last scene in Eugene O'Neill's great family drama, Long Day's Journey Into the [sic] Nigh...t. Sitting together in a dwindling pool of light, the family talks on. Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters are trying to explain: not understanding, but comprehending; loving one another, but hating and hurting each other; tangling and untangling like badly cast fishing lines, a group of inviolate, wounded selves. O'Neill's characters, like the rest of us, are speaking about the family in order to explain their attitudes toward life itself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Louise, something in me tightens when an American intellectual's eyes shine, and they start to talk to me about the Russian people.... Something in me says, Watch it, a new version of Irish Catholicism is being offered for your faith.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things:... Of shoes--and ships--and sealing wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
While there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal element, I am of it; and while there is a soul in prison, I am... not free.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Revolution? Unscrew the flag-staff, wrap the bunting in the oil covers, and put the thing in the clothes-chest. Let the old lady b...ring you your house-slippers and untie your fiery red necktie. You always make revolutions with your mugs, your republic--nothing but an industrial accident.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »