You see I learnt at an early age what it was to be angry - angry and helpless. And I can never forget it. I knew more about - love... betrayal... and death, when I was ten years old than you will probably ever know in your life.

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

Let's pretend that we're human beings and that we're actually alive.

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

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

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 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.