The Trouble Is If You

Rehearsing A Play Is Making The Word Flesh. Publishing A Play Is Reversing The Process.

What Use, After All, Is Man, If Not To Teach God His Lessons?

I Made, Over The Years In Cambridge, Several Very Good American Friends, And America Appeared To Me, A Land Of Promise In Every Sense Of That Word, A Land Of Freedom From The Inhibitions And Restrictions That I Felt In England.

You Have Your Words, And I Have Mine.

Watching Italian Opera, All Those Male Sopranos Screeching, Stupid Fat Couples Rolling Their Eyes About. That's Not Love, It's Just Rubbish.