And what you do is you go into where your anger is, if you're writing anger, you go into where your hatred is, if you're writing hatred. Your joy is, if you're writing joy. You find the source of the energy that draws hatred, anger, joy, etc., etc., etc. That's what you have to find. That's what you do as an actor and that's what you do as a writer. And you bring people to the page.

All of this happened a long time ago. But not so long ago that everyone who played a part in it is dead. Some can still be met in dark old rooms with nurses in attendance.

I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings

Elizabeth Hay has intelligence coming out of her fingertips - integrity, insight, and wonder in every paragraph of her writing.She connects. She stirs and provokes.

People can only be found in what they do.

They waited. The door did not open. The rain did not stop. The darkness made a tent and covered them completely.

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.