Traitors hoist by their own petard?--or victims of the gods?--we shall never know!

Happiness is equilibrium. Shift your weight.

Personally I am in favour of education but a university is not the place for it.

In January 1962, when I was the author of one and a half unperformed plays, I attended a student production of 'The Birthday Party' at the Victoria Rooms in Bristol. Just before it began, I realised that Harold Pinter was sitting in front of me.

There we were - demented children mincing about in clothes that no one ever wore, speaking as no man ever spoke, swearing love in wigs and rhymed couplets, killing each other with wooden swords, hollow protestations of faith hurled after empty promises of vengeance - and every gesture, every pose, vanishing into the thin unpopulated air. We ransomed our dignity to the clouds, and the uncomprehending birds listened. Don't you see?! We're actors - we're the opposite of people!

Player: Relax. Respond. That's what people do. You can't go through life question your sitution at every turn.

Well, we'll know better next time.