A play that works well and is done quite a lot - I've never done the math - but it's probably more remunerative than a movie.

I love love. I love having a lover and being one. The insularity of passion. I love it. I love the way it blurs the distinction between everyone who isn't one's lover.

People think there's a choice between smoking and immortality, but we've all got to die of something.

Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it.

I don't think I can be expected to take seriously any game which takes less than three days to reach its conclusion.

We're better at predicting events at the edge of the galaxy or inside the nucleus of an atom than whether it'll rain on auntie's garden party three Sundays from now.

Act first! The ideas will follow, and if not - well, it's progress