The Invasion Of Iraq Was A Bandit

I Know Little Of Women. But I've Heard Dread Tales.

The Companion Of Honour I Regarded As An Award From The Country For 50 Years Of Work - Which I Thought Was Okay.

One's Life Has Many Compartments.

It’s Very Difficult To Feel Contempt For Others When You See Yourself In The Mirror.

As A Writer You're Holding A Dog. You Let The Dog Run About. But You Finally Can Pull Him Back. Finally, I'm In Control. But The Great Excitement Is To See What Happens If You Let The Whole Thing Go. And The Dog Or The Character Really Runs About, Bites Everyone In Sight, Jumps Up Trees, Falls Into Lakes, Gets Wet, And You Let That Happen. That's The Excitement Of Writing Plays-to Allow The Thing To Be Free But Still Hold The Final Leash.