Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.

When one is a child, the disposition of objects, tables and chairs and doors, seems part of the natural order: a house-move lets in chaos - as it does for a dog.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

Love of privacy - perhaps because of the increasing exactions of society - has become in many people almost pathological.

Exhibitionism and a nervous wish for concealment, for anonymity, thus battle inside the buyer of any piece of clothing.

Characters should on the whole, be under rather than over articulate. What they intend to say should be more evident, more striking (because of its greater inner importance to the plot) than what they arrive at saying.

Almost everyone admits to hunger during the Opera.... Hunger is so exalting that during a last act you practically levitate.