My plays are made up of long monologues, which is similar to prose working with the language

I do not fight against men, but against the system that is sexist.

Sunday, the day for the language of leisure.

Strictly speaking, there are no holidays for art; art pursues you everywhere, and that's just fine with the artist.

Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.

It is not enough ... simply to surrender oneself brainlessly to love, when it knocks at the door, one must also calculate because of later life, which does sometimes follow.

Trust is fine, but control is better.

Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.

Very few women wait for Mr. Right. Most women take the first and worst Mr. Wrong.

Eroding solidarity paradoxically makes a society more susceptible to the construction of substitute collectives and fascisms of all kinds.

As is said about most writers: on the one hand all I ever did from when I was a child was read, and I was a loner, which was furthered by my parents and my upbringing.

In a half-empty-glass sort of world, I’m the little girl whose cup runneth over.

The underlying reason for this is the Europeans' fear that Islamists could gain power. Many still consider authoritarian Arab regimes to be the lesser evil.

I love what I do, so I don't mind working.

A great tragedy passes from crest to hollow of passion, rises and sinks again, as rhythmically as sea-waves.

I'm not saying goodbye to life because I'm a misanthropist or disdain this life, but because, for other reasons, it's time to move on.

I want my daughter to be proud of me and look up to me. I think early on in my pregnancy I realized that to be the mom I want to be, I had to change my life, and that's what I'm doing.

The most important time is Now

You know, Taylor Lautner, with a body like that, he should be taking his shirt off. For me, it's not so essential.

I once said, 'We will bury you,' and I got into trouble with it. Of course we will not bury you with a shovel. Your own working class will bury you.

All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.