I know playwrights who like to kid themselves into saying that their characters are so well formed that they just take over. They determine the structure of the play. By which is meant, I suspect, only that the unconscious mind has done its work so thoroughly that the play just has to be filtered through the conscious mind. But there's work to be done - and discovery to be made.

There is chaos behind the civility, of course.

There are a number of contemporary playwrights whom I admire enormously, but that's not at all the same thing as being influenced.

When a critic sets himself up as an arbiter of morality, a judge of the matter and not the manner of a work, he is no longer a critic; he is a censor.

Art is nowhere near as dangerous as it should be.

Each time I sit down and write a play I try to dismiss from my mind as much as I possibly can the implications of what I've done before, what I'm going to do, what other people think about my work, the failure or success of the previous play. I'm stuck with a new reality that I've got to create.

A lot of people are confused by "hello." A lot of people are confused by a lot of things they shouldn't be confused by.