You think human nature is a beast, that it must be put in a cage. But it's the cage that makes the animal bad.

The trouble is, I can't find a part of myself where you're not important. I write in order to be worth your while and to finance the way I want to live with you. Not the way you want to live. The way I want to live with you. Without you I wouldn't care. I'd eat tinned spaghetti and put on yesterday's clothes. But as it is I change my socks, and make money, and tart up Brodie's unspeakable drivel into speakable drivel so he can be an author too, like me.

Well I believe in the desirability of an optimal society.

Between "just desserts" and "tragic irony" we are given quite a lot of scope for our particular talent. Generally speaking, things have gone about as far as they can possibly go when things have got about as bad as they reasonably get.

I write plays because dialogue is the most respectable way of contradicting myself.

Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

No problem is insoluble, given a big enough plastic bag.