George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile, who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them. Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy. And yes, I do wish to be happy. George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad. Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest; for having seen me and having said: โYes, this will doโ. Who has made the hideous, the hurting, the insulting mistake of lovingโฆ me, and must be punished for it. George and Marthaโฆ Sad, sad, sad.
Edward AlbeeIt always seems to me better to slough off the answer to a question that I consider to be a terrible invasion of privacy - the kind of privacy that a writer must keep for himself.
Edward AlbeeI have learned that neither kindness or cruelty by themselves, or independent of each other, create any effect beyond themselves.
Edward AlbeeI said I was impressed, Martha. I'm beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?
Edward AlbeeA rather ugly thing starts happening: the playwright finds himself knocked down for works that quite often are just as good or better than the works he's been praised for previously. And a lot of playwrights become confused by this and they start doing imitations of what they've done before, or they try to do something entirely different, in which case they get accused by the same critics of not doing what they used to do so well.
Edward Albee