It is Ireland's sacred duty to send over, every few years, a playwright to save the English theater from inarticulate glumness.

Among the classic tastes: bread sauce, Nuits St Georges Les Perdrix 1962, Worcestershire sauce, Toblerone and Bovril.

A novel is a static thing that one moves through; a play is a dynamic thing that moves past one.

The buttocks are the most aesthetically pleasing part of the body because they are non-functional.

Art and ideology often interact on each other; but the plain fact is that both spring from a common source. Both draw on human experience to explain mankind to itself; both attempt, in very different ways, to assemble coherence from seemingly unrelated phenomena; both stand guard for us against chaos.

No theater could sanely flourish until there was an umbilical connection between what was happening on the stage and what was happening in the world.

The buttocks are the most aesthetically pleasing part of the body because they are non-functional. Although they conceal an essential orifice, these pointless globes are as near as the human form can ever come to abstract art.