Edward Albee Quotes

Пьем за слепое духовное око, за сердечный покой и за цирроз печени.

But the landlady is a fat, ugly, mean, stupid, unwashed, misanthropic, cheap, drunken bag of garbage. And you may have noticed that I very seldom use profanity, so I can't describe her as well as I might.

Yes … but was I happy? Did I sit there and did contentment bathe me in its warm light?

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.

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

Honey: I know these people ...

Sometimes it’s necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.

NICK [smiles at MARTHA. Then, to GEORGE, indicating a side table near the hall]: May I leave my drink here?

GEORGE [as NICK exits without waiting for a reply]: Yeah . . . sure . . . why not? We've got half-filled glasses everywhere in the house, wherever Martha forgets she's left them...in the linen closet, on the edge of the bathtub....I even found one in the freezer, once.

MARTHA [Amused in spite of herself]: You did not!

GEORGE: Yes I did.

MARTHA [ibid.]: You did not!

GEORGE [Giving HONEY her brandy]: Yes I did. [To HONEY] Brandy doesn't give you a hangover?

HONEY: I never mix. And then, I don't drink very much, either.

GEORGE [Grimaces behind her back]: Oh...that's good. Your...your husband was telling me about the ...chromosomes.

MARTHA [Ugly]: The What?

GEORGE: The chromosomes, Martha...the genes, or whatever they are. [To HONEY] You've got quite a ...terrifying husband.

HONEY [As if she's being joshed]: Ohhhhhhhhh....

GEORGE: No, really. He's quite terrifying, with his chromosomes, and all.

MARTHA: He's in the Math Department.

GEORGE: No, Martha...he's a biologist.

MARTHA [Her voice rising]: He's in the Math Department!

HONEY [Timidly]: Uh...biology.

MARTHA [Unconvinced]: Are you sure?

HONEY [With a little giggle]: Well, I ought to. [Then as an afterthought] Be.

MARTHA [Grumpy]: I suppose so. I don't know who said he was in the Math Department.

GEORGE: You did, Martha.

MARTHA [By way of irritable explanation]: Well, I can't be expected to remember everything. I meet fifteen new teachers and their goddamn wives...present company outlawed, of course...[HONEY nods, smiles sillily]...and I'm supposed to remember everything. [Pause] So? He's a biologist. Good for him. Biology's even better. It's less...abstruse.

GEORGE: Abstract.

MARTHA: ABSTRUSE! In the sense of recondite. [Sticks her tongue out at GEORGE] Don't you tell me words. Biology's even better. It's...right at the meat of things.
[NICK re-enters]
You're right at the meat of things,

ROSS I hear a kind of … rushing sound, like a … wooooosh!, or … wings, or something. MARTIN It’s probably the Eumenides.

I'm really very mistrustful. I read somewhere
that science-fiction is really not fiction at all...
that you people are rearranging my genes so that everyone will be like everyone else...
I suspect we will not have much music, much painting, but we will have a civilization of sublime young men, very much like yourself. Cultures and races will vanish.
The ants will take over the world...

People like theater that is safe, generally speaking — things that are easy, that are not too deeply troubling. In other words, people want to go to the theater and waste their time.

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.

The arts are the only things that separate us from the other animals. The arts are not decorative. ... They are essential to our comprehension of consciousness and ourselves.

You became the youngest person ever to win the Pritzker Prize, architecture’s version of the Nobel.

The only time I'll get good reviews is if I kill myself.