And the rats eat my face. So what.

The rats we met the size of small dogs and they watched us go by like they'd figured out that what People were for was feeding rats.

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

I'm simply trying to tell the truth about human behaviour as I see it.

I hate the idea of theatre just being an evening pastime. It should be emotionally and intellectually demanding. I love football. The level of analysis that you listen to on the terraces is astonishing. If people did that in the theatre... but they don't. They expect to sit back and not participate.