Few sensible authors are happy discussing the creative process--it is, after all, black magic.

I said I was impressed, Martha. I'm beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?

American critics are like American universities. They both have dull and half-dead faculties.

Martha: Truth or illusion, George; you don't know the difference. George: No, but we must carry on as though we did. Martha: Amen.

A lot interests me - but nothing surprises me particularly.

Sometimes I think the experience of a play is finished for me when I finish writing it. If it weren't for the need to make a living, I don't know whether I'd have the plays produced.

Progress is a set of assumptions.