I love his plays, you should see Harold pinters version of Beckett's "kraps last tape", its really awesome.
Waiting for godot is offcourse nice too but I really love it when he explored the boundaries of theatre and language, hid did this hypnotising plays where all the actors where heads stuck in vases and shit, eventually even doing a play where you could only see a mouth...
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The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater?
Here at least We shall be free