Martha: Oh, I like your anger. I think that's what I like about you most. Your anger.
Martha: Truth or illusion, George; you don't know the difference. George: No, but we must carry on as though we did. Martha: Amen.
I said I was impressed, Martha. I'm beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?
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 an...
