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

Apart From The Known And The Unknown, What Else Is There?

I've Had My Fill Of These City Guttersnipes--all That Scavenging Scum! They're The Sort Of People, Who, If The Gates Of Heaven Opened To Them, All They'd Feel Would Be A Draught.

I Saw Len Hutton In His Prime, Another Time, Another Time.

If Milosevic Is To Be Tried, He Has To Be Tried By A Proper Court, An Impartial, Properly Constituted Court Which Has International Respect.

My Second Play, The Birthday Party, I Wrote In 1958 - Or 1957. It Was Totally Destroyed By The Critics Of The Day, Who Called It An Absolute Load Of Rubbish.