I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.

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.

I believe the US is a truly monstrous force in the world, now off the leash for obvious reasons.

One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all.

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

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.

One's life has many compartments.