If you want to change something by Tuesday, theater is no good. Journalism is what does that. But, if you want to just alter the chemistry of the moral matrix, then theater has a longer half-life.

When I think of how things could have turned out, I feel as if I've dodged, not just bullets, but 6mm shells.

I've never written an original piece for film; all the original things I've done are for the stage.

There must have been a moment, at the beginning, were we could have said -- no. But somehow we missed it.

When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backwards, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before. Do you think this is odd?

I should have the courage of my lack of convictions.

Be happy -- if you're not even happy, what's so good about surviving?