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? Harold Pinter More Quotes by Harold Pinter More Quotes From Harold Pinter It’s very difficult to feel contempt for others when you see yourself in the mirror. Harold Pinter contemptdifficultmirrors I thought the plays would speak for themselves. But they didn't. Harold Pinter speakplay I also found being called Sir rather silly. Harold Pinter literaturestupidsilly It's so easy for propaganda to work, and dissent to be mocked. Harold Pinter propagandaliteratureeasy There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass. Harold Pinter my-heartsoulheart I mean, if a thing works, if a thing is right, respect that, acknowledge it, respect it and hold to it. Harold Pinter respectacknowledgemean I would never use obscene language in the office. Certainly not. I kept my obscene language for the home, where it belongs. Harold Pinter officeusehome 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. Harold Pinter partyplaybirthday A short piece of work means as much to me as a long piece of work. Harold Pinter pieceslongmean I'm not committed as a writer, in the usual sense of the term, either religiously or politically. And I'm not conscious of any particular social function. I write because I want to write. I don't see any placards on myself, and I don't carry any banners. Harold Pinter usualwantwriting How can the unknown merit reverence? In other words how can you revere that of which you are ignorant? At the same time, it would be ridiculous to propose that what we know merits reverence. What we know merits any one of a number of things, but it stands to reason reverence isn't one of them. In other words, apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there? Harold Pinter ignorantnumbersknowledge Nothing is more sterile or lamentable than the man content to live within himself. Harold Pinter he-manmen 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. Harold Pinter writingdoorscharacter I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place. Harold Pinter oughtspeakliterature I don't think there's been any writer like Samuel Beckett. He's unique. He was a most charming man and I used to send him my plays. Harold Pinter uniquementhinking 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. Harold Pinter stood-uprooms I no longer feel banished from myself. Harold Pinter feels One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all. Harold Pinter maelstromcentreliterature I saw Len Hutton in his prime, Another time, another time. Harold Pinter another-timeprimesaws Isn't it true that every aristocrat wants to die? Harold Pinter aristocracywantclass
