I Saw Len Hutton In His Prime,

The Weasel Under The Cocktail Cabinet.

The Past Is What You Remember, Imagine You Remember, Convince Yourself You Remember, Or Pretend You Remember.

I Hate Brandy...it Stinks Of Modern Literature.

The Theater's Much The Most Difficult Kind Of Writing For Me, The Most Naked Kind, You're So Entirely Restricted.... I Find Myself Stuck With These Characters Who Are Either Sitting Or Standing, And They've Either Got To Walk Out Of A Door, Or Come In Through A Door, And That's About All They Can Do.

I No Longer Feel Banished From Myself.