Ideas emerge from plays, not the other way around.

This isn't champagne anymore. We went through the champagne a long time ago. This is serious stuff. The days of champagne are long gone.

I had a definite sense of somehow being a passenger in an evil vehicle crusing through Paradise.

I'll develop my own image. I'm an original man. A one and only. I just need some help.

In real life we don't know what's going to happen next. So how can you be that way on a stage? Being alive to the possibility of not knowing exactly how everything is going to happen next - if you can find places to have that happen onstage, it can resonate with an experience of living.

There's gonna be a general lack of toast in the neighborhood this morning.

Caryl Churchill is a writer of some note, but in the sack, she makes me explain everything.