Why we are here is an impenetrable question.
You're alive only once, as far as we know, and what could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn't lived it?
All plays are social comment to one extent or another.
I think you remember everything ... you just can't bring it to mind all the time.
Every monster was a man first.
I find that when my plays are going well, they seem to resemble pieces of music. But if I had to go into specifics about it, I wouldn't be able to. It's merely something that I feel.