Well, all the plays that I was trying to write were plays that would grab an audience by the throat and not release them, rather than presenting an emotion which you could observe and walk away from.

Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

A playwright lives in an occupied country. And if you can't live that way you don't stay.

They tried to escape technology, to stay away from that and still have relationships with their fellow humans. Very difficult.

I realized what a ridiculous lie my whole life has been.

Certainly the most diverse, if minor, pastime of literary life is the game of Find the Author.

Don't be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value.