It could draw from a greater reservoir of freedom. The irony could develop an even greater ease.

Eroding solidarity paradoxically makes a society more susceptible to the construction of substitute collectives and fascisms of all kinds.

After all, when you take a walk you're after solitude, and if the solitude won't come to you, you must go to it.

Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.

I do not want to have the feeling of writing "for eternity," so to speak.

Anna despises two classes of people: first, those who own their own homes and have cars and families, and second, everybody else. Constantly she is on the verge of exploding. With rage. A pool of pure red. The pool is filled with speechlessness that talks away at her nonstop.

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