Theatre is the art form of the present: it exists only in the present, and then it's gone.
Theatre is about the collective imagination... Everything I use on-stage is driven by the subject matter and what you might call the text - but that text can be anything, from a fragment of movement or music to something you see on a TV.
In the theatre, we're all charlatans and liars and scavengers and fly-by-nights.
I suppose I'm really interested in theatre that provides an intensity of experience on another level.
When I was doing 'A Disappearing Number' in Plymouth, we had to go on an hour and a half late, and I still hadn't written an end, so we had to make one up, and then we had to go out literally with our pants round our ankles.
The way the mind decodes music is an individual mystery. But the physical circumstances can change the way you listen.
I'm naturally attracted to something I don't understand because when you try to deal with something you don't understand, it opens a door into another world.
Ultimately, theatre takes place in the minds of the audience: they all imagine the same thing at the same time.
Infinity is a way to describe the incomprehensible to the human mind. In a way, it notates a mystery. That kind of mystery exists in relationships. A lifetime is not enough to know someone else. It provides a brief glimpse.
'The Magic Flute,' I think, is fundamentally asking what is it to change people's consciousness.
Most people won't order tripe in a restaurant, but it can be fantastic.
When my mother was dying, I cooked for her. One of the things I realised was that the smell and look of the food was key. I concentrated on how it looked on the plate. Even if the amount was small, it gave her a nourishment of a different kind.
I don't really think about a visual aspect to the work at all; I just think about making the piece. And everything that occurs visually comes out of the subject matter you are dealing with so that I find it difficult to treat the visual element as a separate entity.
Everyone sees something different in 'Endgame': a biblical apocalypse, a portrait of painful co-dependency, a confession of guilt and dignity in the face of death, a night of baffling hopelessness, a meaningless babble. Each interpretation reveals an absurd truth - not about the play, but about the person watching it.
I constantly want to know - what is a table, or what is a cat?