Our Job, As Writers Is To Do

You Know, I Once Read An Interesting Book Which Said That, Uh, Most People Lost In The Wilds, They, They Die Of Shame. Yeah, See, They Die Of Shame. 'what Did I Do Wrong? How Could I Have Gotten Myself Into This?' And So They Sit There And They... Die. Because They Didn't Do The One Thing That Would Save Their Lives. Thinking.

My Dad Was A Labour Lawyer, And The Ideas That I Grew Up With - Bad Management, Bad Capitalism, Robber Barons - When I Applied This To My Own Life, I Saw That We Are All On Both Sides Of The Coin.

Worry Is Interest Paid In Advance On A Debt That Never Comes Due.

When We Leave The Play Saying How Spectacular The Sets Or Costumes Were, Or How Interesting The Ideas, It Means We Had A Bad Time.

I Understand That Computers, Which I Once Believed To Be But A Hermaphrodite Typewriter-cum-filing Cabinet, Offer The Cyber Literate Increased Ability To Communicate. I Do Not Think This Is Altogether A Bad Thing, However It May Appear On The Surface.