Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?
I write plays about things that I can't resolve in my mind. I try to root things out.
I saw someone peeing in Jermym Street the other day. I thought, is this the end of civilization as we know it? Or is it simply someone peeing in Jermyn Street?
Standards are always out of date. That's what makes them standards.
Clichรฉs can be quite fun. That's how they got to be clichรฉs.
Books are not about passing the time. They're about other lives. Other worlds.