What did you have in mind? A short, blunt human pyramid?

Writing a play is like smashing that [glass] ashtray, filming it in slow motion, and then running the film in reverse, so that the fragments of rubble appear to fly together. You start - or at least I start - with the rubble.

To say that it is without pace, point, focus, interest, drama, wit or originality is to say simply that it does not happen to be my cup of tea.

I am not my body. My body is nothing without me.

It is better of course to know useless things than to know nothing.

I think that the present is worth attention, one shouldn't sacrifice it to future conceptions of, of this future or that future.

I'm the kind of person who embarks on an endless leapfrog down the great moral issues. I put a position, rebut it, refute the rebuttal and rebut the refutation. Endlessly.