I think with every writer there are two people there.

My father I liked, but it was only after his death that I got to know him by writing the play.

We are all the foolishness and all the crimes we did. We're also all the kindnesses we did. I hate to think of life as if we understood time. We don't understand time.

I feel like the writer observing the grief, but it is difficult to be detached from it.

In life there exist two classes: first class and no class.

Arnold Bennett was a writer I admired. He was actually taking notes at his father's deathbed.

My mother was passionate. She was stubborn, the dominant one in the family. She dominated my father.