Watching Italian opera, all those male sopranos screeching, stupid fat couples rolling their eyes about. That's not love, it's just rubbish.

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

All I ever wanted was to sing to God. He gave me that longing and then made me mute.

All reined up in old language and old assumptions, straining to jump clean-hoofed on to a whole new track of being I only suspect is there. I can't see it, because my educated, average head is being held at the wrong angle. I can't jump because the bit forbids it, and my own basic force - my horsepower, if you like - is too little.

Rehearsing a play is making the word flesh. Publishing a play is reversing the process.

I was born in Liverpool in England, and I lived there for the first nine years of my life.

It's an extraordinary thing about Mozart is that you never tire of him... he never bores me, and he doesn't... not only bore me, that's too strong a word.