Actors between plays are like ghosts looking for bodies to inhabit.

One is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are.

Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?

The more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.

During the act of writing I have told myself something that I didn't know I knew.

I read constantly. If I don't have a good book, I'm beside myself.

I confess, right at the start, to the doubts - and sometimes outright dreads - that go with me as I climb the stairs to my study in the morning, coffee mug in hand: I have to admit to the habitual apprehension mixed with a sort of reverence, as I light the incense . . . and wonder: what is going to happen today? Will anything happen? Will the angel come today?