My second play, The Birthday Party, I wrote in 1958 - or 1957. It was totally destroyed by the critics of the day, who called it an absolute load of rubbish.

Beckett had an unerring light on things, which I much appreciated.

Most of the press is in league with government, or with the status quo.

I don't give a damn what other people think. It's entirely their own business. I'm not writing for other people.

I mean, if a thing works, if a thing is right, respect that, acknowledge it, respect it and hold to it.

It's so easy for propaganda to work, and dissent to be mocked.

One way of looking at speech is to say it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.