Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.

Every day, a piece of music, a short story, or a poem dies because its existence is no longer justified in our time. And things that were once considered immortal have become mortal again, no one knows them anymore. Even though they deserve to survive.

Characters on stage should be flat, like clothes in a fashion show: what you get should be no more than what you see. Psychological realism is repulsive, because it allows us to escape unpalatable reality by taking shelter in the “luxuriousness” of personality, losing ourselves in the depth of individual character. The writer's task is to block this manoeuvre, to chase us off to a point from which we can view the horror with a dispassionate eye.

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

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

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

He lies like a book. And he reads a lot of books.