I Am Not Interested In Living In

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.

You...you've Been Here Quite A Long Time, Haven't You?" What? Oh...yes. Ever Since I Married What's-her-name. Uh, Martha. Even Before That. Forever. Dashed Hopes, And Good Intentions. Good, Better, Best, Bested. How Do You Like That For A Declension, Young Man?

Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?

You Find Very Few Critics Who Approach Their Job With A Combination Of Information And Enthusiasm And Humility That Makes For A Good Critic. But There Is Nothing Wrong With Critics As Long As People Don't Pay Any Attention To Them. I Mean, Nobody Wants To Put Them Out Of A Job And A Good Critic Is Not Necessarily A Dead Critic. It's Just That People Take What A Critic Says As A Fact Rather Than An Opinion, And You Have To Know Whether The Opinion Of The Critic Is Informed Or Uninformed, Intelligent Of Stupid -- But Most People Don't Take The Trouble.

I Suspect That The Theme, The Nature Of The Characters, And The Method Of Getting From The Beginning Of The Play To The End Is Already Established In The Unconscious.