But those two plays left me on fresh terms with language. I didn't always have to speak in my own voice.

Class is classlessness.

Strange about parents. We have such easy access to them and such daunting problems of communication.

At college I'd seen my dead frog's limbs twitch under some applied stimulus or other - seen, but hadn't believed. Didn't dream of thinking beyond or around what I saw.

And, as I have said, it's made me think twice about the imagination. If the spirits aren't external, how astonishing the mediums become! Victor Hugo said of his voices that they were like his own mental powers multiplied by five.

Before trying a novel I wrote a couple of plays.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.