Most Of The Press Is In League

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.

The Speech We Hear Is An Indication Of That Which We Don't Hear. It Is A Necessary Avoidance, A Violent, Sly, And Anguished Or Mocking Smoke Screen Which Keeps The Other In Its True Place. When True Silence Falls We Are Left With Echo But Are Nearer Nakedness. One Way Of Looking At Speech Is To Say That It Is A Constant Stratagem To Cover Nakedness.

I Think That Nato Is Itself A War Criminal.

I Could Be A Bit Of A Pain In The Arse. Since I've Come Out Of My Cancer, I Must Say I Intend To Be Even More Of A Pain In The Arse.

Language In Art Remains A Highly Ambiguous Transaction, A Quicksand, A Trampoline, A Frozen Pool Which Might Give Way Under You ... At Any Time.