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

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

I think that NATO is itself a war criminal.

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.

I also found being called Sir rather silly.

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