An Article On Playwrights In The Daily

Cloisters, Ancient Libraries ... I Was Confusing Learning With The Smell Of Cold Stone.

I Write Plays About Things That I Can't Resolve In My Mind. I Try To Root Things Out.

Books Are Not About Passing The Time. They're About Other Lives. Other Worlds.

A Book Is A Device To Ignite The Imagination.

Why Do We Not Care To Acknowledge Them? The Cattle, The Body Count. We Still Don't Like To Admit The War Was Even Partly Our Fault Because So Many Of Our People Died. A Photograph On Every Mantlepiece. And All This Mourning Has Veiled The Truth. It's Not So Much Lest We Forget, As Lest We Remember. Because You Should Realise The Cenotaph And The Last Post And All That Stuff Is Concerned, There's No Better Way Of Forgetting Something Than By Commemorating It.