What The Eye Does Not

Can You Think Of Anything Worse One Can Do To Anybody Than Take Away Their Worship?

Worship Isn't Destructive, Martin. I Know That. I Don't. I Only Know It's The Core Of His Life. What Else Has He Got? He Can Hardly Read. He Knows No Physics Or Engineering To Make To World Real For Him. No Paintings To Show Him How Others Have Enjoyed It. No Music Except Television Jingles. No History Except Tales From A Desperate Mother. No Friends. Not One Kid To Give Him A Joke, Or Make Him Know Himself More Moderately. He's A Modern Citizen For Whom Society Doesn't Exist.

Everything We Feel Is Made Of Time. All The Beauties Of Life Are Shaped By It.

Look... To Go Through Life And Call It Yours - Your Life - You First Have To Get Your Own Pain. Pain That's Unique To You. You Can't Just Dip Into The Common Bin And Say 'that's Enough!'.

I Think Plays, Like Books, Are Endemic. They Grow Out Of The Soil Of The Writer And The Place He's Writing About. I Think, You Just Can't Move Them About, You Know.