Edward Albee Quotes

Careers are funny things. They begin mysteriously and, just as mysteriously, they can end.

That's the happiest moment. When it's all done. When we stop. When we can stop.

It was like being lost: very young again, with the dark, and lost. There was no . . . thing . . . to be . . . frightened of, but . . .
We were frightened . . . And there was nothing.

In my mind, Martha, you are buried in cement right up to your neck. No… right up to your nose… that’s much quieter.

Martha: Truth or illusion, George; you don't know the difference.
George: No, but we must carry on as though we did.
Martha: Amen.

Now, here is what I had wanted to happen: I had tried to love, and I had tried to kill, and both had been unsuccessful by themselves.

I have indicated, quite precisely ... by means of commas, periods, semi-colons, dashes and dots ... the speech rhythms. Please observe them carefully, for they were not thrown in, like herbs on a salad, to be mixed about.

Writers have this schizophrenic ability to both participate in their lives and, at the same time, observe themselves participating in their lives.

What could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn't lived it

American critics are like American universities. They both have dull and half-dead faculties.

I created myself, and I'll attack anybody I feel like.

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.

One must let the play happen to one; one must let the mind loose to respond as it will, to receive impressions, to sense rather than know, to gather rather than immediately understand.

George who is out somewhere there in the dark... George who is good to me, and whom I revile; who understands me, and whom I push off; who can make me laugh, and I choke it back in my throat; who can hold me, at night, so that it's warm, and whom I will bite so there's blood; who keeps learning the games we play as quickly as I can change the rules; 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... who tolerates, which is intolerable; who is kind, which is cruel; who understands, which is beyond comprehension...

Awww, 'tis the refuge we take when the unreality of the world weighs too heavy on our tiny heads.