Nothing is more sterile or lamentable than the man content to live within himself.

I don't think there's been any writer like Samuel Beckett. He's unique. He was a most charming man and I used to send him my plays.

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

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.

Good writing excites me, and makes life worth living.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.