I write plays because writing dialogue is the only respectable way of contradicting yourself. I put a position, rebut it, refute the rebuttal, and rebut the refutation.

Plays...Maidens aspiring to Godheads and vice versa!

It takes character to withstand the rigours of indolence.

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

In England the rich own the poor and the men own the women.

Comparing what we're looking for misses the point. It's wanting to know that makes us matter. Otherwise we're going out the way we came in. That's why you can't believe in the afterlife, Valentine. Believe in the after, by all means, but not the life. Believe in God, the soul, the spirit, the infinite, believe in angels if you like, but not in the great celestial get-together for an exchange of views. If the answers are in the back of the book I can wait, but what a drag. Better to struggle on knowing that failure is final.

We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.