Edward Albee

[crivelli]

with his Maltese, Poochi, Montauk, NY, August 9, 1976

INTERVIEWER

Is that when you know that a play has gone through this “subconscious” process and is ready to come out?

ALBEE

Not necessarily. It's when I find myself typing.

INTERVIEWER

That's not an answer.

ALBEE

It really is. There's a time to go to the typewriter. It's like a dog: the way a dog before it craps wanders around in circles—a piece of earth, an area of grass, circles it for a long time before it squats. It's like that: figuratively circling the typewriter getting ready to write, and then finally one sits down.

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