Success is not a miracle. Nor is it a matter of luck. Everything happens for a reason, good or bad, positive or negative.
If you do not seek to publish what you have written, then you are not a writer and you never will be.
Today 23 years ago dear Grandmama died. I wonder what she would have thought of a Labour Government.
I have many times asked myself whether there can be more potent advocates of peace upon earth through the years to come than this massed multitude of silent witnesses to the desolation of war.
I thought men like that shot themselves.
Is it possible that my people live in such awful conditions? I tell you, Mr Wheatley, that if I had to live in conditions like that I would be a revolutionary myself.
My father was frightened of his mother. I was frightened of my father and I am damned well going to see to it that my children are frightened of me.
I'll do whatever I can do to remain employed. I'm just not precious about doing comedy or doing drama. I never want to do something in order to prove to other people what I can do.
Man must choose whether to be rich in things or in the freedom to use them.
No attempt to explain the world, either scientifically or theologically, can be considered successful until it accounts for the paradoxical conjunction of the temporal and the atemporal, of being and becoming. And no subject conforms this paradoical conjuction more starkly than the origin of the universe.
Creation is quite impressionable. Everyone leaves a trail of their actions. And everyone, however wise, however powerful, however immortal, makes mistakes. All it requires is the patience to wait for them. And you'll find no one, in all Creation, quite so patient as Death.