The Room I Wrote In 1957, And

I Also Found Being Called Sir Rather Silly.

When The Storm Is Over And Night Falls And The Moon Is Out In All Its Glory And All You're Left With Is The Rhythm Of The Sea, Of The Waves, You Know What God Intended For The Human Race, You Know What Paradise Is.

I Thought The Plays Would Speak For Themselves. But They Didn't.

If Milosevic Is To Be Tried, He Has To Be Tried By A Proper Court, An Impartial, Properly Constituted Court Which Has International Respect.

Nothing Is More Sterile Or Lamentable Than The Man Content To Live Within Himself.