Harold Pinter

Harold Pinter is a British playwright, actor and theatre director. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2005.
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All that happens is that the destruction of human beings - unless they're Americans - is called collateral damage.

Harold Pinter

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

The crimes of the U.S. throughout the world have been systematic, constant, clinical, remorseless, and fully documented but nobody talks about them.

Harold Pinter

I also found being called Sir rather silly.

Harold Pinter

I never think of myself as wise. I think of myself as possessing a critical intelligence which I intend to allow to operate.

Harold Pinter

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.

Harold Pinter

One's life has many compartments.

Harold Pinter

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

I found the offer of a knighthood something that I couldn't possibly accept. I found it to be somehow squalid, a knighthood. There's a relationship to government about knights.

Harold Pinter

Apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?

Harold Pinter

I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.

Harold Pinter

I think that NATO is itself a war criminal.

Harold Pinter

Occasionally it does hit me, the words on a page. And I still love doing that, as I have for the last 60 years.

Harold Pinter

American Football

Hallelujah!
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.

We blew the shit right back up their own ass
And out their fucking ears.

It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!

Hallelujah.
Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.

Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.

We did it.

Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.

Harold Pinter

Message

Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight.
He said he'd call again, as soon as poss.
I said (on your behalf) OK, no sweat.
He said to tell you he was fine,
Only the crap, he said, you know, it sticks,
The crap you have to fight.
You're sometimes nothing but a walking shithouse.

I was well acquainted with the pong myself,
I told him, and I counselled calm.
Don't let the fuckers get you down,
Take the lid off the kettle a couple of minutes,
Go on the town, burn someone to death,
Find another tart, giver her some hammer,
Live while you're young, until it palls,
Kick the first blind man you meet in the balls.

Anyway he'll call again.

I'll be back in time for tea.

Your loving mother.

Harold Pinter

The Ventriloquists

I send my voice into your mouth
You return the compliment

I am the Count of Cannizzaro
You are Her Royal Highness the Princess Augusta

I am the thaumaturgic chain
You hold the opera glass and cards

You become extemporaneous song
I am your tutor

You are my invisible seed
I am Timour the Tartar

You are my curious trick
I your enchanted caddy

I am your confounding doll
You my confounded dummy.

Harold Pinter

One way of looking at speech is to say it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.

Harold Pinter

It was difficult being a conscientious objector in the 1940's, but I felt I had to stick to my guns.

Harold Pinter

Most of the press is in league with government, or with the status quo.

Harold Pinter

Beckett had an unerring light on things, which I much appreciated.

Harold Pinter

Restaurant

No, you're wrong.

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

Particularly at lunch
in a laughing restaurant

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

And they are moved
by their own beauty

And they shed tears for it
in the back of the taxi home

Harold Pinter

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.

Harold Pinter

Clinton's hands remain incredibly clean, don't they, and Tony Blair's smile remains as wide as ever. I view these guises with profound contempt.

Harold Pinter

The Companion of Honour I regarded as an award from the country for 50 years of work - which I thought was okay.

Harold Pinter

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

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