You can't win every week.

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.

Polly Findlay showed real insight and imagination in her production of my translation of Seneca's Thyestes at the Arcola. I enjoyed her use of the space and the detail of her work with the actors, and I'm looking forward to seeing what she does with Light Shining.

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

You make beauty and it disappears, I love that.

I'd go without food if I could have a flower.