You have your words, and I have mine.

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

You never quite know what's going to strike your imagination, or something that won't going to leave you alone, not going to leave alone, and this was one for me.

It is very, very difficult for a playwright to write a scene in which a young man has his first deep experience of sex with a girl whom he found immensely attractive, is fully satisfied by this event and gets up and blinds a lot of horses.

Look... to go through life and call it yours - your life - you first have to get your own pain. Pain that's unique to you. You can't just dip into the common bin and say 'That's enough!'.

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

What the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve over, does it?