Vice is basically the love of failure.

Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.

Literature that keeps employing new linguistic and formal modes of expression to draft a panorama of society as a whole while at the same time exposing it, tearing the masks from its face - for me that would be deserving of an award.

Strictly speaking, there are no holidays for art; art pursues you everywhere, and that's just fine with the artist.

Trust is fine, but control is better.

My plays are made up of long monologues, which is similar to prose working with the language

The first thing a proprietor learns, and painfully at that, is: Trust is fine, but control is better.