I watched plays with the kind of voracity with which small children read books; with the same visceral passion, the same complete trust in the imagination which is so difficult to sustain through the course...

Rejection only made the attachment stronger. I realized that the impossibility of connection was a driving force behind his desire.

It is a kind of geisha containment, a shutteredness, a withdrawal and negation. It’s as if she is capable of sensing when people are on the point of knowing who she is and she sends...

I realise that a certain school of thought says that who we are is something we construct for ourselves. We build our self out of what we think we remember.