In Filey, you eat early to prepare for the highlight of the evening: social intercourse of a kind one thought relegated to Stanley Holloway monologues.

If you think about what 'The Killing' is, it is the theatrical production, not the script.

Authors do this for a living, and if you take their work for nothing, you are depriving them of a living.

Stand outside De Eland, on the Berenstraat Bridge over the Prinsengracht, and you see what real Amsterdam life is like.

As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.

I think there is this huge hole in Shakespeare that you do not know why Macbeth is who he is.