The Companion Of Honour I Regarded As

There Never Is Any Such Thing As One Truth To Be Found In Dramatic Art. There Are Many. These Truths Challenge Each Other, Recoil From Each Other, Reflect Each Other, Ignore Each Other, Tease Each Other, Are Blind To Each Other. Sometimes You Feel You Have The Truth Of A Moment In Your Hand, Then It Slips Through Your Fingers And Is Lost.

A Writer's Life Is A Highly Vulnerable, Almost Naked Activity. We Don't Have To Weep About That. The Writer Makes His Choice And Is Stuck With It. But It Is True To Say That You Are Open To All The Winds, Some Of Them Icy Indeed. You Are Out On Your Own, Out On A Limb. You Find No Shelter, No Protection - Unless You Lie - In Which Case Of Course You Have Constructed Your Own Protection And, It Could Be Argued, Become A Politician.

I Believe An International Criminal Court Is Very Much To Be Desired.

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.

Referees Are The Law. They Have A Whistle. They Blow It. And That Whistle Is The Articulation Of God's Justice.