The longer I practise medicine, the more convinced I am there are only two types of cases: those that involve taking the trousers off and those that don’t.
One of the hardest things for boys to learn is that a teacher is human. One of the hardest things for a teacher to learn is not to try and tell them.
Cancer, like any other illness, is a bore.
An article on playwrights in the Daily Mail, listed according to Hard Left, Soft Left, Hard Right, Soft Right and Centre. I am not listed. I should probably come under Soft Centre.
The majority of people perform well in a crisis and when the spotlight is on them; it’s on the Sunday afternoons of this life, when nobody is looking, that the spirit falters.
It seems to me the mark of a civilized society that certain privileges should be taken for granted such as education, health care and the safety to walk the streets.
To play Trivial Pursuit with a life like mine could be said to be a form of homeopathy.
I don’t talk very well. With writing, you’ve time to get it right. Also I’ve found the more I talk the less I write, and if I didn’t write no one would want me to talk anyway.
I have never understood disliking for war. It panders to instincts already catered for within the scope of any respectable domestic establishment.
Polly: Education with socialists, it’s like sex, all right as long as you don’t have to pay for it.
I can walk. It’s just that I’m so rich I don’t need to.
I turned down a knighthood. It would be like having to wear a suit every day of your life.
The nearest my parents came to alcohol was at Holy Communion and they utterly overestimated its effects. However bad the weather, Dad never drove to church because Mam thought the sacrament might make him incapable on the return journey.
I’m not good at precise, coherent argument. But plays are suited to incoherent argument, put into the mouths of fallible people.
It’s the one species I wouldn’t mind seeing vanish from the face of the earth. I wish they were like the White Rhinosix of them left in the Serengeti National Park, and all males.
The Breed never dies. Sapper, Buchan, Dornford Yates, practitioners in that school of Snobbery withViolence that runs like a thread of good-class tweed through twentieth-century literature.
There is no such thing as a good script, onlya good film, and I’m conscious that my scripts often read better than they play.
Memories are not shackles, Franklin, they are garlands.
So boring you fall asleep halfway through her name.
It’s subjunctive history. You know, the subjunctive? The mood used when something may or may not have happened. When it is imagined.