I've had my fill of these city guttersnipes--all that scavenging scum! They're the sort of people, who, if the gates of heaven opened to them, all they'd feel would be a draught. — Harold Pinter Copy Share Image
Nothing is more sterile or lamentable than the man content to live within himself. — Harold Pinter Copy Share Image
“ I know the place I know the place. It is true. Everything we do Corrects the space Between death and me And you.” — Harold Pinter Copy Share Image
“DEELEY: Myself I was a student then, juggling with my future, wondering should I bejasus saddle myself with a slip of a girl not long out of her swaddling clothes whose only claim to virtue was silence but who lacked any sense of fixedness, any sense of decisiveness, but was compliant only to the shifting winds, with which she went,… — Harold Pinter Copy Share
I've never been able to understand what they mean by 'Pinteresque,'. I'm sure it's indefinable. — Harold Pinter Copy Share Image
A character on stage who can present no convincing argument or information as to his past experience, his present behaviour or his aspirations, nor… — Harold Pinter Copy Share Image
I'll tell you what I really think about politicians. The other night I watched some politicians on television talking about Vietnam. I wanted very… — Harold Pinter Copy Share Image
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… — Harold Pinter Copy Share Image
“What sound was that? I turn away, into the shaking room. What was that sound that came in on the dark? What is this… — Harold Pinter Copy Share Image
