To Write A Play One Must Be

Careers Are Funny Things. They Begin Mysteriously And, Just As Mysteriously, They Can End.

To A Certain Extent I Imagine A Play Is Completely Finished In My Mind - In My Case, At Any Rate - Without My Knowing It, Before I Sit Down To Write.

Within A Year After I Write A Play I Forget The Experience Of Having Written It. And I Couldn't Revise Or Rewrite It If I Wanted To. Up Until That Point, I'm So Involved With The Experience Of Having Written The Play, And The Nature Of It, That I Can't See What Faults It Might Have. The Only Moment Of Clear Objectivity That I Can Find Is At The Moment Of Critical Heat - Of Self-critical Heat When I'm Actually Writing.

Few Sensible Authors Are Happy Discussing The Creative Process--it Is, After All, Black Magic.

Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf Means Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf ... Who's Afraid Of Living Life Without False Illusions.