I Swear, If You Existed I'd Divorce

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: “yes, This Will Do”. Who Has Made The Hideous, The Hurting, The Insulting Mistake Of Loving… Me, And Must Be Punished For It. George And Martha… Sad, Sad, Sad.

If The Playwright Is Strong Enough To Hold On To Reasonable Objectivity In The Face Of Either Hostility Or Praise, He'll Do His Work The Way He Was Going To Anyway.

It Is Not Enough To Hold The Line Against The Dark. It Is Your Responsibility To Lead Into The Light. People Don't Like The Light--it Reveals Too Much. But Hand In Hand With The Creative Artist, You Can Lead People Into The Wisdom That Is Known To All Other Animals: Simply, That It Is The Dark We Have To Fear.

All Plays Are Social Comment To One Extent Or Another.

Good Writers Define Reality; Bad Ones Merely Restate It.