The Past Is What You Remember, Imagine

I'm Not Committed As A Writer, In The Usual Sense Of The Term, Either Religiously Or Politically. And I'm Not Conscious Of Any Particular Social Function. I Write Because I Want To Write. I Don't See Any Placards On Myself, And I Don't Carry Any Banners.

Don't Forget The Earth's About Five Thousand Million Years Old, At Least. Who Can Afford To Live In The Past?

I Tend To Think That Cricket Is The Greatest Thing That God Ever Created On Earth - Certainly Greater Than Sex, Although Sex Isn't Too Bad Either.

There Are Places In My Heart...where No Living Soul...has...or Can Ever...trespass.

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.