There's A Tradition In British Intellectual Life

I Don't Intend To Simply Go Away And Write My Plays And Be A Good Boy. I Intend To Remain An Independent And Political Intelligence In My Own Right.

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 Crimes Of The U.s. Throughout The World Have Been Systematic, Constant, Clinical, Remorseless, And Fully Documented But Nobody Talks About Them.

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.

I Suggest That Us Foreign Policy Can Still Be Defined As "kiss My Ass Or I'll Kick Your Head In." But Of Course It Doesn't Put It Like That. It Talks Of "low Intensity Conflict..." What All This Adds Up To Is A Disease At The Very Centre Of Language, So That Language Becomes A Permanent Masquerade, A Tapestry Of Lies.