I enjoy writing dialogue; it comes naturally to me.

Words, words. They're all we have to go on.

I smoke too much whether it's going well or badly. After all these years, I definitely associate having a pen in my hand with having an ashtray just out of eye line.

I would join Sisyphus in Hades and gladly push my boulder up the slope if only, each time it rolled back down, I were given a line of Aeschylus.

Suicide is no more than a trick played on the calendar.

If rationality were the criterion for things being allowed to exist, the world would be one gigantic field of soya beans!

I'm offended by things and take pathetic little stands against them.