You can't win every week.

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.

England that little gray island in the clouds where governments don't fall overnight and children don't sell themselves in the street and my money is safe.

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.

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.

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.