I can't think of a single one of my plays that does not represent a coincidence between an external and an internal event. Something outside of me, outside even my own life, something I read in a newspaper or witness on the street, something I see or hear, fascinates me. I see it for its dramatic potential.

I'm always in disguise in one form or another in my plays.

Love is the only energy I’ve ever used as a writer. I’ve never written out of anger, although anger has informed love.

Night-time is when I brainstorm; last thing, when the family's asleep and I'm alone, I think about the next day's writing and plan a strategy for my assault on the blank page.

There is a desperate tendency to try to legislate artists, to try to lay down rules for their obligations to society. Just leave artists alone. If you are a true artist, you will have a very finely tuned moral mechanism.

Life is just a plain bloody mess, that's all. And people are fools.

We compound our suffering by victimizing each other.