I was an accomplice in my own frustration.

I think plays, like books, are endemic. They grow out of the soil of the writer and the place he's writing about. I think, you just can't move them about, you know.

He'll be delivered from madness. What then? He'll feel himself acceptable! What then? Do you think feelings like his can be simply re-attached, like plasters? Stuck on to other objects we select? Look at him! ... My desire might be to make this boy an ardent husband - a caring citizen - a worshipper of abstract and unifying God. My achievement, however, is more likely to make a ghost!

Everything we feel is made of Time. All the beauties of life are shaped by it.

I think I did have fantasies about being an actor. In fact, I know I did.

My actual childhood, as opposed to my adolescence, was not spent in London.

The Normal is the good smile in a child’s eyes - all right. It is also the dead stare in a million adults.