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

As a writer you're holding a dog. You let the dog run about. But you finally can pull him back. Finally, I'm in control. But the great excitement is to see what happens if you let the whole thing go. And the dog or the character really runs about, bites everyone in sight, jumps up trees, falls into lakes, gets wet, and you let that happen. That's the excitement of writing plays-to allow the thing to be free but still hold the final leash.

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.

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

There is a movement to get an international criminal court in the world, voted for by hundreds of states-but with the noticeable absence of the United States of America.

There are some good rules and there are some lousy rules.

I mean, if a thing works, if a thing is right, respect that, acknowledge it, respect it and hold to it.