I'll tell you what I really think about politicians. The other night I watched some politicians on television talking about Vietnam. I wanted very much to burst through the screen with a flame thrower and burn their eyes out and their balls off and then inquire from them how they would assess the action from a political point of view.

The Room I wrote in 1957, and I was really gratified to find that it stood up. I didn't have to change a word.

I hate brandy...it stinks of modern literature.

Clinton's hands remain incredibly clean, don't they, and Tony Blair's smile remains as wide as ever. I view these guises with profound contempt.

Nothing is more sterile or lamentable than the man content to live within himself.

Don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old, at least. Who can afford to live in the past?

Most of the press is in league with government, or with the status quo.