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.

I think isolation is one of the greatest problems, an ever-growing obstacle to political solidarity.

I do not fight against men, but against the system that is sexist.

Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.

Vice is basically the love of failure.

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

Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.