There we were - demented children mincing about in clothes that no one ever wore, speaking as no man ever spoke, swearing love in wigs and rhymed couplets, killing each other with wooden swords, hollow protestations of faith hurled after empty promises of vengeance - and every gesture, every pose, vanishing into the thin unpopulated air. We ransomed our dignity to the clouds, and the uncomprehending birds listened. Don't you see?! We're actors - we're the opposite of people!

I think that the present is worth attention, one shouldn't sacrifice it to future conceptions of, of this future or that future.

It takes a lot of effort to be vibrant.

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

I like plays where people talk a lot. Conversation is sustained. Argument is sustained.

Fantasy flows in where fact leaves a vacuum.

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.