Occasionally it does hit me, the words on a page. And I still love doing that, as I have for the last 60 years.

Occasionally it does hit me, the words on a page. And I still love doing that, as I have for the last 60 years.

I think that NATO is itself a war criminal.

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.

I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

How can the unknown merit reverence? In other words how can you revere that of which you are ignorant? At the same time, it would be ridiculous to propose that what we know merits reverence. What we know merits any one of a number of things, but it stands to reason reverence isn't one of them. In other words, apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?