Life is a gamble, at terrible odds – if it was a bet you wouldn’t take it.
My life feels, week to week, incomplete to the level of being pointless if I am not in preparation for the next play or, ideally, into it.
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.
Revolution is a trivial shift in the emphasis of suffering.
The days of the digital watch are numbered.
The fact is that people are attracted to new work and by new work.
The fact is, I loved being English. I was very happy to be turned into an English schoolboy.
If you associate enough with older people who do enjoy their lives, who are not stored away in any golden ghettos, you will gain a sense of continuity and of the possibility for a full life.
From as long as, literally as far back as I can remember I’ve liked puns, word jokes, I can literally recall looking at a comic at the age of six or seven and I remember what I enjoyed and what it was precisely and how the joke worked.
I burn with no causes.
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it.
I’m a very boring person.
I was delighted to not go to university. I couldn’t wait to be out of education.
I can’t remember what my first script was.
I’m attracted to the past.
Fatherlessness didn’t strike me as being an event. It was a state of life.
Any revival in which I am involved is liable to change.
A great production of a black comedy is better than a mediocre production of a comedy of errors.
When I think of how things could have turned out, I feel as if I’ve dodged, not just bullets, but 6mm shells.
I’m offended by things and take pathetic little stands against them.