The British public has always had an unerring taste for ungifted amateurs.

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

Marriage is rather a silly habit.

There will be a quick rash of hairy American filth, but it shouldn't threaten the existence of decent, serious British filth.

The whole point of a sacrifice is that you give up something you never really wanted in the first place. People are doing it around you all the time. They give up their careers, say -- or their beliefs -- or sex.

We all of us waited for him to die. The family sent him a check every month, and hoped he'd get on with it quietly, without too much vulgar fuss.

That voice that cries out doesn't have to be a weakling's does it?