A short piece of work means as much to me as a long piece of work.

There is a movement to get an international criminal court in the world, voted for by hundreds of states-but with the noticeable absence of the United States of America.

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.

It's so easy for propaganda to work, and dissent to be mocked.

Beckett had an unerring light on things, which I much appreciated.

Don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old, at least. Who can afford to live in the past?

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.