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

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

There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.

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

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

I can't really articulate what I feel.