Tim Crouch

'The Author' is subtly unflinching in its satirical attack on certain practices in the creation of art and the mediation of violence.

'I, Malvolio' is a very, very funny show, a clown show, but there is Beckettian darkness in the character. Some real darkness, some right close to the edge of despair moments.

I'm excited about the idea of an act of theatre triggering a parallel creative act of writing.

Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It's just a cycle.

It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.

It is good to be in front of the lens to appreciate more being behind the lens.