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 AlbeeThe greatest problem with Irish Wolfhounds, though, is that they don't live very long: their great hearts give out. A good deal of this is genetic, of course, but I think it is in part that they worry so for us, care so much.
Edward AlbeeWhen a play enters my consciousness, is already a fairly well-developed fetus. I don't put down a word until the play seems ready to be written.
Edward AlbeeIf I've been accused a number of times of writing plays where the endings are ambivalent, indeed, that's the way I find life.
Edward AlbeeA playwright, especially a playwright whose work deals very directly with an audience, perhaps he should pay some attention to the nature of the audience response - not necessarily to learn anything about his craft, but as often as not merely to find out about the temper of the time, what is being tolerated, what is being permitted.
Edward Albee