You're familiar with the tragedies of antiquity, are you? The great homicidal classics?
I write for film or, in this case, television when I haven't got a play cooking.
Revolution is a trivial shift in the emphasis of suffering.
I feel overestimated.
Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it.
You think human nature is a beast, that it must be put in a cage. But it's the cage that makes the animal bad.