Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.

So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

We mustn't complain too much of being comedians - it's an honorable profession. If only we could be good ones the world might gain at least a sense of style. We have failed - that's all. We are bad comedians, we aren't bad men.

It is the storytellers task to elicit sympathy and a measure of understanding for those who lie outside the boundaries of State approval.

Failure too is a form of death.

There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives.

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.