No Matter How You Look At It,

The Room I Wrote In 1957, And I Was Really Gratified To Find That It Stood Up. I Didn't Have To Change A Word.

The Past Is What You Remember, Imagine You Remember, Convince Yourself You Remember, Or Pretend You Remember.

The Theater's Much The Most Difficult Kind Of Writing For Me, The Most Naked Kind, You're So Entirely Restricted.... I Find Myself Stuck With These Characters Who Are Either Sitting Or Standing, And They've Either Got To Walk Out Of A Door, Or Come In Through A Door, And That's About All They Can Do.

The More Acute The Experience, The Less Articulate Its Expression.

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.