I'm attracted to the underrated characters.

The Author is a play about responsibility, how active we are as spectators and how responsible we are for what we choose to look at.

A child knows when they are on the receiving end of a didactic exercise, or when they are sitting in the shadow of something else.

The Author is subtly unflinching in its satirical attack on certain practices in the creation of art and the mediation of violence.

Theatre critics have no special access to the truth. And there should be no objective truth to art.

Unease is not an emotion I get often in the theatre, and I like it.

As actors, we do our best to keep things light and to encourage in the audience an openness to the changing atoms in the room.

I am particularly interested in creating a relationship between ideas of reception in conceptual art and theater.

Uncertainty is a very good thing: it's the beginning of an investigation, and the investigation should never end.

It's important to find characters that share sympathy with a young audience, not just in the story but their role in the world.

You must let what happens happen. Everything must be equal in your eyes, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, foolish and wise.

Man begins by loving love and ends by loving a woman. Woman begins by loving a man and ends by loving love.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.

If you desire many things, many things will seem few.

I'm not a vegetarian, but I eat animals who are.

Some of us say, "Lord knows how much I can bear". I think you can assume that you can bear more than you have a right to bear.

Plucked her eyebrows on the way, shaved her legs and then he was a she. She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side.

For since most of our living is unconscious, play is like matchstrokes in the void, bringing into light the structures we behave by, illuminating for us, however briefly, our deep meanings.

I love working with Alexander Skarsgard. He brings such gravity to a scene.

I'm glad I escaped the clutches of those evil gnomes... I'm talking, of course, about Puerto Ricans.