In my final year at Bristol University, I wrote a play called 'White Feathers.' It was produced in the studio theatre at the students' union in early 1999, when I was 21. It's 100 pages long: a very traditional play,… — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
Old Etonians are the most charming people in the world. It's not just the analytic ability and the great education; there is a really… — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
We're not going to create a more equal society by not prodding at it, are we? — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
I think a lot of playwrights have a script in their bottom drawer that hopefully no one will ever see about a bunch of… — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
Maybe if I'd had more direct contact with death, I wouldn't find it so fascinating and I wouldn't write about it so much. — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
It's very lucky to be able to do a job where I get to sit about writing plays all day and going to the… — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
And I admit it: there's a rather dirty thrill when 700 people laugh at a joke you've written. — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
Quite often, little germs of ideas have come from something that I've observed or someone's told me. The process of it becoming fiction is… — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
Writing a tribe is fun. They have their own language, their own slang; they repeat it, and it becomes part of the texture of… — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
I am interested in the way advances in medicine and palliative care mean more people now have the opportunity to plan their own deaths,… — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
Whether you like the look or not, that tailcoat is a tough shell, a suit of armour. The posh boy is a hardy species. — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
I'm not posh at all. I grew up in Sheffield but never managed to pick up the accent - which was careless because there'd… — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
It's not a meritocracy until everyone starts with the same opportunities, is it? — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
I think we love watching rich people behave badly. It has a sort of grisly fascination for us. — Laura Wade Copy Share Image
