George: Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?Martha: I am, George. I am.
If you spend a hundred bucks, or more, to go to the theatre, something should happen to you. Maybe somebody should be asking you some questions about your values, or about the way you think about thin...
I am not interested in living in a city where there isn't a production by Samuel Beckett running.
To all of you who have made my being alive so wonderful, so exciting and so full, my thanks and all my love.
HONEY: (Apologetically, holding up her brandy bottle) I peel labels.GEORGE: We all peel labels, sweetie; and when you get through the skin, all three layers, through the muscle, slosh aside the organs...
Musical beds is the faculty sport around here.
I dance like the wind.
I have a fine sense of the ridiculous, but no sense of humor.
Dashed hopes and good intentions. Good, better, best, bested.
Addiction is a repeated temporary...stilling. I am concerned with peace...not mere relief.
A play is fiction - and fiction is fact distilled into truth.
Knowing it--knowing it's true is one thing, but believing what you know... well, there's the tough part.
You became the youngest person ever to win the Pritzker Prize, architecture’s version of the Nobel.
The world is a zoo
Martha: Truth or illusion, George; you don't know the difference.George: No, but we must carry on as though we did.Martha: Amen.
Пьем за слепое духовное око, за сердечный покой и за цирроз печени.
Martha: Oh, I like your anger. I think that's what I like about you most. Your anger.
Yes … but was I happy? Did I sit there and did contentment bathe me in its warm light?
Writers have this schizophrenic ability to both participate in their lives and, at the same time, observe themselves participating in their lives.
We must have that put in Latin—We do what we can—on