A refined sort of butcher, a woman is.

Writers don't need love; all they require is money.

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.

The schoolteacher is certainly underpaid as a childminder, but ludicrously overpaid as an educator.

Marriage is rather a silly habit.

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

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