I Don't Think There's Been Any Writer

I Know Little Of Women. But I've Heard Dread Tales.

When The Storm Is Over And Night Falls And The Moon Is Out In All Its Glory And All You're Left With Is The Rhythm Of The Sea, Of The Waves, You Know What God Intended For The Human Race, You Know What Paradise Is.

Good Writing Excites Me, And Makes Life Worth Living.

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 More Acute The Experience, The Less Articulate Its Expression.