When A Critic Sets Himself Up As

Progress Is A Set Of Assumptions.

There's Always The Danger That There Are So Damn Many Things That A Playwright Can Examine In This Society Of Ours - Things That Have Less To Do With His Artistic Work Than Have To Do With The Critical And Aesthetic Environment - That Perhaps He Does Have To Worry About Whether Or Not He Is Writing Too Fast. But Then Also, Perhaps He Should Worry About Getting As Many Plays On As Possible Before The Inevitable Ax Falls.

Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?

Read The Great Stuff, But Read The Stuff That Isn't So Great, Too. Great Stuff Is Very Discouraging. If You Read Only Beckett And Chekhov, You'll Go Away And Only Deliver Telegrams For Western Union.

The Ultimate Judgment Of A Work Of Art, Whether It Be A Masterpiece Or A Lesser Event, Must Be Solely In Terms Of Its Artistic Success And Not On Freudian Guesswork.