I No Longer Feel Banished From Myself.

All That Happens Is That The Destruction Of Human Beings - Unless They're Americans - Is Called Collateral Damage.

A Short Piece Of Work Means As Much To Me As A Long Piece Of Work.

A Writer's Life Is A Highly Vulnerable, Almost Naked Activity. We Don't Have To Weep About That. The Writer Makes His Choice And Is Stuck With It. But It Is True To Say That You Are Open To All The Winds, Some Of Them Icy Indeed. You Are Out On Your Own, Out On A Limb. You Find No Shelter, No Protection - Unless You Lie - In Which Case Of Course You Have Constructed Your Own Protection And, It Could Be Argued, Become A Politician.

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.

I Don't Write With Any Audience In Mind. I Just Write. I Take A Chance On The Audience. That's What I Did Originally, And I Think It's Worked--in The Sense That I Find There Is An Audience.