If you took away everything in the world that had to be invented, there'd be nothing left except a lot of people getting rained on.

I write for film or, in this case, television when I haven't got a play cooking.

What are a friend's books for if not to be borrowed?

My work always tried to unite the true with the beautiful; but when I had to choose one or the other, I usually chose the beautiful.

Your opinions are your symptoms.

Autumnal -- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day ... Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it ... Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth -- reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke.

Death is the ultimate negative.