MARTIN (Serious) Am I too young for Alzheimer’s? STEVIE Probably. Isn’t it nice to be too young for something?
Edward Albee
Born: March 12, 1928 Died: September 16, 2016
Edward Albee (March 12, 1928 – September 16, 2016) was an American playwright, known for works including Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, The Zoo Story, The Sandbox and The American Dream.
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Musical beds is the faculty sport around here.
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Sometimes it’s necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.
The most profound indication of social malignancy ... no sense of humor. None of the monoliths could take a joke.
People can't have everything they want. You should know that; it's a rule; people can have some of the things they want, but they can't have everything.
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.
ROSS I hear a kind of … rushing sound, like a … wooooosh!, or … wings, or something. MARTIN It’s probably the Eumenides.
I dance like the wind.
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...
What I mean by an educated taste is someone who has the same tastes that I have.
There's no limit to you, is there?
I swear if you existed I'd divorce you.
Unless you are terribly, terribly careful, you run the danger — without even knowing it is happening to you — of slipping into the fatal error of reflecting the public taste instead of creating it. Your responsibility is to the public consciousness, not to the public view of itself.
Knowing it — knowing it's true is one thing, but believing what you know... well, there's the tough part.
Addiction is a repeated temporary...stilling. I am concerned with peace...not mere relief.