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

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.

Clinton's hands remain incredibly clean, don't they, and Tony Blair's smile remains as wide as ever. I view these guises with profound contempt.

I'll tell you what I really think about politicians. The other night I watched some politicians on television talking about Vietnam. I wanted very much to burst through the screen with a flame thrower and burn their eyes out and their balls off and then inquire from them how they would assess the action from a political point of view.

This particular nurse said, Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die. I was so struck by this statement.

I never think of myself as wise. I think of myself as possessing a critical intelligence which I intend to allow to operate.

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