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.

Laughter's the nearest we ever get, or should get, to sainthood. It's the state of grace that saves most of us from contempt.

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

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.

Don't clap too hard - it's a very old building.

A refined sort of butcher, a woman is.

It is easy to answer the ultimate questions - it saves you bothering with the immediate ones.