I Can't Really Articulate What I Feel.

My Second Play, The Birthday Party, I Wrote In 1958 - Or 1957. It Was Totally Destroyed By The Critics Of The Day, Who Called It An Absolute Load Of Rubbish.

I Saw Len Hutton In His Prime, Another Time, Another Time.

I Believe The Us Is A Truly Monstrous Force In The World, Now Off The Leash For Obvious Reasons.

The Past Is What You Remember, Imagine You Remember, Convince Yourself You Remember, Or Pretend You Remember.

No Matter How You Look At It, All The Emotions Connected With Love Are Not Really Immortal; Like All Other Passions In Life, They Are Bound To Fade At Some Point. The Trick Is To Convert Love Into Some Lasting Friendship That Overcomes The Fading Passion.