Philosophy is a process of inquiry only. It doesn't attempt to find specific answers to specific questions. - Harold Pinter

A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection — unless you lie — in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.

Stan, don't let them tell you what to do!

Don’t be too sure though. You’ve forgotten something. Look at me. I… move my leg. That’s all it is. But I wear… underwear… which moves with me… it… captures your attention. Perhaps you misinterpret. The action is simple. It’s a leg… moving. My lips move. Why don’t you restrict… your observations to that? Perhaps the fact that they move is more significant… than the words which come through them. You must bear that… possibility… in mind.

I was born quite near here.

Then… six years ago, I went to America. It’s all rock. And sand. It stretches… so far… everywhere you look. And there’s lots of insects there. And there’s lots of insects there.