We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there's only one direction. And time is its only measure.

My life feels, week to week, incomplete to the level of being pointless if I am not in preparation for the next play or, ideally, into it.

The colours red, blue and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody.

The days of the digitals are numbered. The metaphor is built into them like a self-destruct mechanism.

I don't think Stoppardian has a precise definition.

The results of the divorce between truth and human beings can be most graphically observed in politics.

No matter how imperfect things are, if you've got a free press everything is correctable, and without it everything is concealable.