I don't keep a diary and I throw away nearly all the paper I might have kept. I don't keep an archive. There's something worrying about my make-up that I try to leave no trace of myself apart from my plays.

I read for interest and enjoyment, and when I cease to enjoy it I stop.

No problem is insoluble, given a big enough plastic bag.

Atheism is a crutch for those who cannot bear the reality of God.

Carnal embrace is the practice of throwing one's arms around a side of beef.

It would have been nice to have had unicorns.

An artist is the magician put among men to gratify - capriciously - their urge for immortality.