Well, When I Was Six Years Old

I Was Twenty-nine Years Old And I Wasn't A Very Good Poet And I Wasn't A Very Good Novelist, [so] I Thought I Would Try Writing A Play, Which Seems To Have Worked Out A Little Better.

The One Living Playwright I Admire Without Any Reservation Whatsoever Is Samuel Beckett. I Have Funny Feelings About Almost All The Others.

It Always Seems To Me Better To Slough Off The Answer To A Question That I Consider To Be A Terrible Invasion Of Privacy - The Kind Of Privacy That A Writer Must Keep For Himself.

Sometimes It's Necessary To Go A Long Distance Out Of The Way In Order To Come Back A Short Distance Correctly.

The Most Profound Indication Of Social Malignancy ... No Sense Of Humor. None Of The Monoliths Could Take A Joke.