Librarians As A Race Tend To Be

I Think Plays, Like Books, Are Endemic. They Grow Out Of The Soil Of The Writer And The Place He's Writing About. I Think, You Just Can't Move Them About, You Know.

Everything We Feel Is Made Of Time. All The Beauties Of Life Are Shaped By It.

He'll Be Delivered From Madness. What Then? He'll Feel Himself Acceptable! What Then? Do You Think Feelings Like His Can Be Simply Re-attached, Like Plasters? Stuck On To Other Objects We Select? Look At Him! ... My Desire Might Be To Make This Boy An Ardent Husband - A Caring Citizen - A Worshipper Of Abstract And Unifying God. My Achievement, However, Is More Likely To Make A Ghost!

I Speak For All Mediocrities In The World. I Am Their Champion. I Am Their Patron Saint.

You Never Quite Know What's Going To Strike Your Imagination, Or Something That Won't Going To Leave You Alone, Not Going To Leave Alone, And This Was One For Me.