I write about violence as naturally as Jane Austen wrote about manners. Violence shapes and obsesses our society, and if we do not stop being violent we have no future. People who do not want writers to write about violence want to stop them writing about us and our time. It would be immoral not to write about violence.
Preface to Lear (1972; London: Methuen, 1983) p. lvii
Our lives are awkward and fragile and we have only one thing to keep us sane: pity, and the man without pity is mad.
Lear (1972), Act III, sc. iii
Art is the expression of the conviction that we can have a rational relationship with the world and each other. It isn't the faith or hope that we can, it is the demonstration that we can.