I Can't Really Articulate What I Feel.

Watching First Nights, Though I've Seen Quite A Few By Now, Is Never Any Better. It's A Nerve-racking Experience. It's Not A Question Of Whether The Play Goes Well Or Badly. It's Not The Audience Reaction, It's My Reaction. I'm Rather Hostile Toward Audiences—i Don't Much Care For Large Bodies Of People Collected Together. Everyone Knows That Audiences Vary Enormously; It's A Mistake To Care Too Much About Them. The Thing One Should Be Concerned With Is Whether The Performance Has Expressed What One Set Out To Express In Writing The Play. It Sometimes Does.

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

Rationality Went Down The Drain Donkey's Years Ago And Hasn't Been Seen Since.

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

Language In Art Remains A Highly Ambiguous Transaction, A Quicksand, A Trampoline, A Frozen Pool Which Might Give Way Under You ... At Any Time.