What a fine persecution—to be kept intrigued without ever quite being enlightened.

I really enjoy working on adaptations.

Normally, even if you're on the set for 12 hours, there may be only a moment or two when you are actually useful.

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.

Theater is a recreation. It can be much more, but unless it's recreation, I don't see the point of 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 don't think Stoppardian has a precise definition.