Quotes from Arthur Miller

That's only a little thing . . . but . . . that's the kind of guys I had. They didn't die; they killed themselves for each other. I mean that exactly; a little more selfish and they'd've been here today. And I got an idea—watching them go down. Everything was being destroyed, see, but it seemed to me that one new thing was made. A kind of . . . responsibility. Man for man.

The human reality of what happens to millions is only for God to grasp; but what happens to individuals is another matter and within the range of mortal understanding.

MOTHER: You think just because you like everybody, they like you!

I could tell you things about Louis that wouldn't make you wave at him no more

This is not god Marco you hear me, only god makes justice.

VON BERG: No, no, I never had any interest in that direction. Slight pause. Of course, there is this resentment toward the nobility. That might explain it. LEDUC: In the Nazis? Resentment? VON BERG, surprised: Yes, certainly.

Is that as far as your mind can see, the business? What is that, the world—the business? What the hell do you mean, you did it for me? Don't you have a country? Don't you live in the world? What the hell are you? You're not even an animal, no animal kills his own, what are you? What must I do to you? I ought to tear the tongue out of your mouth, what must I do?

Eskiden insanlar hayatlar?ndan memnun olmad?klar?nda devrim yaparlard?. ?imdi al??veri? yap?yorlar.

and if a man is building something he must be on the right track, mustn't he?

PROCTOR: If she is innocent! Why do you never wonder if Parris be innocent, or Abigail? Is the accuser always holy now? Were they born this morning as clean as God's fingers? I'll tell you what's walking Salem—vengeance is walking Salem. We are what we always were in Salem, but now the little crazy children are jangling the keys of the kingdom, and common vengeance writes the law! This warrant's vengeance! I'll not give my wife to vengeance!

JIM, gets up: Chris would never know how to live with a thing like that. It takes a certain talent . . . for lying. You have it, and I do. But not him.

BAYARD: My friend, without the Red Army standing up to them right now you could forget France for a thousand years! LEDUC: I agree. But that does not require an understanding of political and economic forces—it is simply faith in the Red Army.

LINDA, resigned: Well, you'll just have to take a rest, Willy, you can't continue this way. WILLY: I just got back from Florida. LINDA: But you didn't rest your mind. Your mind is overactive, and the mind is what counts, dear.

I've always made a point of not wasting my life, and everytime I come back here I know that all I've done is to waste my life.

WILLY: Biff is a lazy bum! LINDA: They're sleeping. Get something to eat. Go on down. WILLY: Why did he come home? I would like to know what brought him home. LINDA: I don't know. I think he's still lost, Willy. I think he's very lost. WILLY: Biff Loman is lost. In the greatest country in the world a young man with such—personal attractiveness, gets lost. And such a hard worker. There's one thing about Biff—he's not lazy.

WILLY: I was thinking of the Chevvy. Slight pause. Nineteen twenty-eight . . . when I had that red Chevvy— Breaks off. That funny? I coulda sworn I was driving that Chevvy today.

You specialize in something until one day you find it is specializing in you.

LINDA: I know, dear, I know. But he likes to have a letter. Just to know that there's still a possibility for better things.

Now we shall touch the bottom of this swamp.

Was there any love here? When he needed her, she vomited. And when you needed him, he laughed. What was unbearable is not that it fell apart, it was that there was never anything here.

LINDA: To me you are. Slight pause. The handsomest. From the darkness is heard the laughter of a woman. Willy doesn't turn to it, but it continues through Linda's lines.

Porque ahí está mi nombre! ¡Porque no tendré otro mientras viva! ¡Porque he mentido y he firmado mentiras! ¡Porque no merezco besar el polvo que pisan los pies de los que van a ser ahorcados! ¿Cómo voy a vivir sin mi nombre? ¡Le he entregado el alma, déjeme al menos mi nombre!

El teatro no puede desaparecer porque es el único arte donde la humanidad se enfrenta a sí misma

You wouldn't have any idea what's going on, would you? BAYARD, shaking his head: I was walking down the street. LEBEAU: Me too. Something told me—Don't go outside today. So I went out. Weeks go by and I don't open my door. Today I go out. And I had no reason, I wasn't even going anywhere. Looks left and right to the others. To Bayard: They get picked up the same way?