We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?

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 shall have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love, love, love, above all. Love as there has never been in a play. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.

It takes a lot of effort to be vibrant.

It's not so much that I enjoy screenwriting, though mostly I do, but the difference is, with adaptations, somebody else has done the hard part - made up a story, provided the characters.

A circle is the longest distance to same point.

Underneath runs the main current of preoccupation, which is keeping one's nose clean at all times. This means that when things go wrong you have to pass the blame along the line, like pass-the-parcel, till the music stops.