Well, we'll know better next time.

I was so thrilled being a reporter, because it gave you the kind of access to people that you wouldn't ever get to meet.

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

Theatre is a series of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.

We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.

Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art.

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.