There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.

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

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

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

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

The Companion of Honour I regarded as an award from the country for 50 years of work - which I thought was okay.

The speech we hear is an indication of that which we don't hear. It is a necessary avoidance, a violent, sly, and anguished or mocking smoke screen which keeps the other in its true place. When true silence falls we are left with echo but are nearer nakedness. One way of looking at speech is to say that it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.