One way of looking at speech is to say it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.

I can't really articulate what I feel.

There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.

I don't intend to simply go away and write my plays and be a good boy. I intend to remain an independent and political intelligence in my own right.

Apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?

I was brought up in the War. I was an adolescent in the Second World War. And I did witness in London a great deal of the Blitz.

The Companion of Honour I regarded as an award from the country for 50 years of work - which I thought was okay.