There are dozens of great American writers who write about the family.

A well-off plastic surgeon can suffer just as much as an Irish lad who has been abused or whatever.

God creates us free, free to be selfish, but He adds a mechanism that will penetrate our selfishness and wake us up to the presence of others in this world, and that mechanism is called suffering.

My study is a converted garage which is largely lined with bookshelves and cardboard boxes filled with manuscripts of my film scripts, plays and books.

There are dozens of great American writers who write about the family.

I am as I am. The world is as it is. Whether I am content with that has very little to do with it.

Why should I be honored? Don't I have enough attention, comfort and power already?