A Whole World

I had a stimulating conversation with Harold Pinter, who had a curious way of working, cutting up his text into tiny slips of paper containing single lines of type, or phrases or even single words, and pasting them down on 6 x 9 cards. I tried to help him with some revisions, which had the potential to become hideously confusing. "'He lived in Paris.' I love that line," he said. I said, "Isn't language wonderful—a single word invokes a whole world."