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

All that happens is that the destruction of human beings - unless they're Americans - is called collateral damage.

The weasel under the cocktail cabinet.

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.

Isn't it true that every aristocrat wants to die?

Occasionally it does hit me, the words on a page. And I still love doing that, as I have for the last 60 years.