I Thought The Plays Would Speak For

It’s Very Difficult To Feel Contempt For Others When You See Yourself In The Mirror.

The Room I Wrote In 1957, And I Was Really Gratified To Find That It Stood Up. I Didn't Have To Change A Word.

I Mean, If A Thing Works, If A Thing Is Right, Respect That, Acknowledge It, Respect It And Hold To It.

Clinton's Hands Remain Incredibly Clean, Don't They, And Tony Blair's Smile Remains As Wide As Ever. I View These Guises With Profound Contempt.

It Was Difficult Being A Conscientious Objector In The 1940's, But I Felt I Had To Stick To My Guns.