I was delighted to not go to university. I couldn't wait to be out of education.

I'm so grateful to grab hold of something that wants to be a play. It doesn't happen very often. I don't have unwritten plays waiting for their turn.

Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it.

Death is the ultimate negative.

ROS: Why don't you go and have a look? GUIL: Pragmatism?! - is that all you have to offer?

Any revival in which I am involved is liable to change.

Suicide is no more than a trick played on the calendar.