I must say it's pretty dreary living in the American Age - unless you're an American of course. Perhaps all our children will be Americans.

And even in the hatred of the majority, there's a kind of triumph because I know that, although they'd never admit it, they secretly respect me.

Here we are, we're alone in the universe, there's no God, it just seems that it all began by something as simple as sunlight striking on a piece of rock. And here we are. We've only got ourselves. Somehow, we've just got to make a go of it. We've only ourselves.

They spend their time looking forward to the past.

George Bernard Shaw writes like a Pakistani who has learned English when he was twelve years old in order to become an accountant.

Royalty is the gold filling in a mouthful of decay

I never deliberately set out to shock, but when people don't walk out of my plays I think there is something wrong.