Beckett Had An Unerring Light On Things,

As A Writer You're Holding A Dog. You Let The Dog Run About. But You Finally Can Pull Him Back. Finally, I'm In Control. But The Great Excitement Is To See What Happens If You Let The Whole Thing Go. And The Dog Or The Character Really Runs About, Bites Everyone In Sight, Jumps Up Trees, Falls Into Lakes, Gets Wet, And You Let That Happen. That's The Excitement Of Writing Plays-to Allow The Thing To Be Free But Still Hold The Final Leash.

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.

When You Lead A Life Of Scholarship You Can't Be Bothered With The Humorous Realities, You Know, Tits, That Kind Of Thing.

Be Careful How You Talk About God. He's The Only God We Have. If You Let Him Go He Won't Come Back. He Won't Even Look Back Over His Shoulder. And Then What Will You Do?

There's A Tradition In British Intellectual Life Of Mocking Any Non-political Force That Gets Involved In Politics, Especially Within The Sphere Of The Arts And The Theatre.