For a long time I managed to think two things simultaneously, that I am actually a good playwright, and that the next time I write a play I will be revealed as someone who is no good at all.

Act first! The ideas will follow, and if not - well, it's progress

"The [London] Times" has published no rumours; it's only reported facts, namely that other, less responsible papers are publishing certain rumours.

All your life you live so close to truth, it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye, and when something nudges it into outline it is like being ambushed by a grotesque.

I began writing for theater, and maybe because of that I've always thought of myself as a theater writer who does work in film sometimes.

I am not my body. My body is nothing without me.

Fatherlessness didn't strike me as being an event. It was a state of life.