People aren't evil and people aren't good. They live how they can one day at a time. They come out of dust they go back to dust, dusty feet, no wings, and whose fault is that?

What's poetry? It's not real but maybe it's more than real. It's dreaming while you're awake.

Painting doesn't mean just describing; it's a state of spirit.

Paper is like Joyce Carol Oates: white.

You're pretending this isn't your life. You think it's going to happen some other time. When you're dead you'll realise you were alive now.

There's nothing personal in it [THE SKRIKER]. I'm not ever inclined with any of the plays to say, This is about that, because plays are about the whole event that they are. . . . I was certainly wanting to write a play about damage - damage to nature and damage to people, both of which there's plenty of about. To that extent, I was writing a play about England now.

NELL. Because that's what an employer is going to have doubts about with a lady as I needn't tell you, whether she's got the guts to push through to a closing situation. They think we're too nice. They think we listen to the buyer's doubts. They think we consider his needs and his feelings.