I have memories of clouds whisking by while sitting in the pushchair on the roof of my parents' flat. I loved it! I just loved staring at the clouds and dreaming away.

I wasn't born into land or titles, or new money, or an oil rig.

I'm interested in art for all. I don't want it to be only the sons and daughters of Tory MPs who get to see my plays.

The awful lesson of history is that we too often ignore people, just because they're foreigners or different from us.

I realised quite early on that, although I wasn't trying to make a career speciality of it, I was playing slightly asexual, sociopathic intellectuals.

I don't think I could form my writing into scripts or novels. It's so sporadic. My writing's pretty poor. I often think, "Who's this for?" Sometimes it's impressions of the day or my life, or it's fiction. Sometimes it's about things I want to remember, or I try to write in really awful French.

Maybe it's just getting older, but I don't want to miss things.