You're supposed to get tired planting bulbs. But it's an agreeable tiredness.

Good teaching is one-fourth preparation and three-fourths pure theatre.

Some things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.

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?

How easy it was to make people happy, when you didn't want or need anything from them.

Something's your vocation if it keeps making more of you.

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