I shook my head no. For minutes, neither of us spoke a word. It breathed between us, what he had said, the pain of a life suppressed, of happiness never to be.

There was a beautiful time in the beginning when I just did it and didn&#39;t analyze the consequences, but I think that time ends in everyone&#39;s work.

I mean, a Mexican boy couldn&#39;t be anything else but an Indian. And why did you take the name of Quinn, they used to say to me. Hey, you&#39;re an Indian, so I played Indians.

It&#39;s insulting to ask a dramatist what his view of his play is. I have no opinion.

Written By Edward Bond

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