When I look back I can't believe I was so stupid as to direct Dealer's Choice.

I like them all - I don't always approve. I see myself as a sort of benevolent uncle to these characters, and I can see why they do what they do; sometimes they make some mistakes, but at heart I think they're decent.

Always when I directed the play, I was always trying to cast people not who were necessarily like the characters, but people who I felt had the essential component that the character had, some kind of soul for it.

What's so great about the truth? Try lying for a change, it's the currency of the world.

I'm constantly having to be vigilant with a depressive tendency, an addictive tendency.

I think a tragedy is something where the natural order of things is completely interrupted and doesn't right itself.

Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words