I don't think I can be expected to take seriously any game which takes less than three days to reach its conclusion.

Good things, when short, are twice as good.

In January 1962, when I was the author of one and a half unperformed plays, I attended a student production of 'The Birthday Party' at the Victoria Rooms in Bristol. Just before it began, I realised that Harold Pinter was sitting in front of me.

The unpredictable and the predetermined unfold together to make everything the way it is.

For all the compasses in the world, there's only one direction, and time is its only measure.

I began writing for theater, and maybe because of that I've always thought of myself as a theater writer who does work in film sometimes.

I smoke too much whether it's going well or badly. After all these years, I definitely associate having a pen in my hand with having an ashtray just out of eye line.