The farther he goes the more good it does me. I donít want philosophies, tracts, dogmas, creeds, ways out, truths, answers, nothing from the bargain basement. He is the most courageous, remorseless writer going and the more he grinds my nose in the shit the more I am grateful to him.
Heís not f---ing me about, heís not leading me up any garden path, heís not slipping me a wink, heís not flogging me a remedy or a path or a revelation or a basinful of breadcrumbs, heís not selling me anything I donít want to buy ó he doesnít give a bollock whether I buy or not ó he hasnít got his hand over his heart. Well, Iíll buy his goods, hook, line and sinker, because he leaves no stone unturned and no maggot lonely. He brings forth a body of beauty.
His work is beautiful.
-- Harold Pinter