I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.
I believe an international criminal court is very much to be desired.
There are some good rules and there are some lousy rules.
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 way of looking at speech is to say it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.
There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.