I don't intend to simply go away and write my plays and be a good boy. I intend to remain an independent and political intelligence in my own right.

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.

The more acute the experience, the less articulate its expression.

I believe an international criminal court is very much to be desired.

There are some good rules and there are some lousy rules.

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.

The Room I wrote in 1957, and I was really gratified to find that it stood up. I didn't have to change a word.