I can't go back. The past won't go away in this family.

I am teaching. Storytelling is teaching

I don't know what it means and I don't care because it's Shakespeare and it's like having jewels in my mouth when I say the words.

If you were mean to your parents, they'd give you a good belt in the gob and send you flying across the room.

Oh, God above, if heaven has a taste it must be an egg with butter and salt, and after the egg is there anything in the world lovelier than fresh warm bread and a mug of sweet golden tea?

I'm more interested in writing than in performing.

He sits in an old armchair in the corner covered with bits of blankets and a bucket behind the chair that stinks enough to make you sick and when you look at that old man in the dark corner you want to get a hose with hot water and strip him and wash him down and give him a big feed of rashers and eggs and mashed potatoes with loads of butter and salt and onions.I want to take the man from the Boer War and the pile of rags in the bed and put them in a big sunny house in the country with birds chirping away outside the window and a stream gurgling.