There never is any such thing as one truth to be found in dramatic art. There are many. These truths challenge each other, recoil from each other, reflect each other, ignore each other, tease each other, are blind to each other. Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

I mean, if a thing works, if a thing is right, respect that, acknowledge it, respect it and hold to it.

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

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.

One way of looking at speech is to say it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.

There are some good rules and there are some lousy rules.

There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.