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.

Since we cannot hope for order, let us withdraw with style from the chaos.

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 was delighted to not go to university. I couldn't wait to be out of education.

Fantasy flows in where fact leaves a vacuum.

...Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that what is taken to be true. It's the currency if living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume?

I've seldom minded other people's opinions, but the other side of that coin is that I've seldom been interested by them, um their opinions about me I mean.