Much Of The Activity We Think Of

If There Is Such A Thing As Sin In This World, I Think It Must Be Shutting Oneself Up Against Hope.

You're Supposed To Get Tired Planting Bulbs. But It's An Agreeable Tiredness.

What Did A Few Ripples In The Flesh Matter When, All Too Soon, Now Or Later, That Flesh Would Be Making Its Return Journey To Dust?

I'm Always Aware That I Risk Being Taken For A Neurasthenic Prima Donna When I Explain To Someone Who Wants 'just A Little' Of My Time That Five Minutes Of The Wrong Kind Of Distraction Can Ruin A Working Day.

Actors Between Plays Are Like Ghosts Looking For Bodies To Inhabit.