There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.
I have often been asked how my plays come about. I cannot say. Nor can I ever sum them up. I can only say that this is what happened. That is what they said. That is what they did.
I think that we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves.
