A Play Is Made By

...an Everlasting Funeral Marches Round Your Heart.

One Had The Right To Write Because Other People Needed News Of The Inner World, And If They Went Too Long Without Such News They Would Go Mad With The Chaos Of Their Lives.

Charley: He Won't Starve. None A Them Starve. Forget About Him. Willy: Then What Have I Got To Remember?

A Man Is Not A Bird, To Come And Go With The Springtime.

There Might Be A Dragon With Five Legs In My House, But No One Has Ever Seen It.