Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?

Creativity Is Magic. Don't Examine It Too Closely.

Good Writers Define Reality; Bad Ones Merely Restate It. A Good Writer Turns Fact Into Truth; A Bad Writer Will, More Often Than Not, Accomplish The Opposite.

In The Two Or Three Or Four Months That It Takes Me To Write A Play, I Find That The Reality Of The Play Is A Great Deal More Alive For Me Than What Passes For Reality. I'm Infinitely More Involved In The Reality Of The Characters And Their Situation Than I Am In Everyday Life. The Involvement Is Terribly Intense.

Im Not Suggesting That The Play Is Without Fault; All Of My Plays Are Imperfect, Im Rather Happy To Say-it Leaves Me Something To Do.

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.