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Long Day's Journey into Night

Eugene O'Neill

Long Day's Journey into Night is a drama play in four acts written by American playwright Eugene O'Neill in 1941–42, first published in 1956. The play is widely considered to be his magnum opus and one of the finest American plays of the 20th century. It premiered in Sweden in February 1956 and then opened on Broadway in November 1956, winning the Tony Award for Best Play.

“How thick the fog is. I can't see the road. All the people in the world could pass by and I would never know. I wish it was always that way. It's getting dark already. It will soon be night, thank goodness.”

Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night

Page 104 (Act 3)
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)

“I hate doctors! They'll do anything — anything to keep you coming to them. They'll sell their souls! What's worse, they'll sell yours, and you never know it till one day you find yourself in hell!”

Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night

Source: Long Day's Journey into Night (1955), Page 76 (Act 2, Scene 1)

“What the hell was it I wanted to buy, I wonder, that was worth—Well no matter. It's a late day for regrets.”

Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night

Act 4 http://books.google.com/books?id=YI8iwzZhl6AC&q=%22what+the+hell+was+it+I+wanted+to+buy+I+wonder+that+was+worth+well+no+matter+it's+a+late+day+for+regrets%22&pg=PT133#v=onepage
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)

“Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for a time”

Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night

Page 179
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)

“It kills the pain. You go back until at last you are beyond its reach. Only the past when you were happy is real.”

Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night

Page 107 (Act 3)
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)

“It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog. It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more. Its the foghorn I hate. It won't let you alone. It keeps reminding you, and warning you, and calling you back.”

Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night

Page 100-101 (Act 3)
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
Source: Long Day's Journey Into Night

“We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it.”

Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night

Source: Long Day's Journey Into Night

“None of us can help the things life has done to us. They’re done before you realize it, and once they’re done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what you’d like to be, and you’ve lost your true self forever.”

Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night

Page 63 (Act 2, Scene 1)
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
Source: Long Day's Journey Into Night
Context: But I suppose life has made him like that, and he can't help it. None of us can help the things life has done to us. They're done before you realize it, and once they're done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what you'd like to be, and you've lost your true self forever.