It's hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we're left with a fistful of ashes.

The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been.

My protagonists, male and female, are me.

I wish that we worried more about asking the right questions instead of being so hung up on finding answers.

Sometimes when we have to speak suddenly we come closer to the truth than when we have time to think.

I can't think of one great human being in the arts, or in history generally, who conformed, who succeeded, as education experts tell us children must succeed, with his peer group.

Maybe the theatre isn't any place for a reasonable human being after all. It keeps your emotions in such a constant state of upheaval. It's really terribly wearing. I wonder if I could stand it, one emotional upset after the other just going on and on for the rest of my life.