You have made your magic now.
We burn a hot fire here; it melts down all concealment.
The concept of unity, in which positive and negative are attributes of the same force, in which good and evil are relative, ever-changing, and always joined to the same phenomenon – such a concept is still reserved to the physical sciences and to the few who have grasped the history of ideas.
But you didn’t rest your mind. your mind is overactive, and the mind is what counts, dear.
You want somethin’ else, Eddie, and you can never have her!
The tragic right is a condition of life, a condition in which the human personality is able to flower and realize itself. The wrong is the condition which suppresses man, perverts the flowing out of his love and creative instinct. Tragedy enlightens-and it must, in that it points the heroic finger at the enemy of man’s freedom. The thrust for freedom is the quality in tragedy which exalts. The revolutionary questioning of the stable environment is what terrifies.
It is as though they stood in a spinning world.
John – tell me, are we lost?
I don’t know why it is, but every time I reach out for something I want, I have to pull back because other people will suffer. My whole bloody life, time after time after time.
Willy was a salesman. And for a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don’t put a bolt to a nut, he don’t tell you the law or give you medicine. He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back – that’s an earthquake. And then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.
I don’t know what the hell I’m workin’ for. Sometimes I sit in my apartment–all alone. And I think of the rent I’m paying. And it’s crazy. But then, it’s what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I’m lonely.
When the law is wrong it’s because it’s unnatural, but in this case it is natural and a river will drown you if you buck it now.
I am sick of meetings; cannot the man turn his head without he have a meeting?
Oh, there were many here who were justly shot by unjust men.
Now, as the weeks passed, there was a future, there was a trouble that would not go away.
Everything influences playwrights. A playwright who isn’t influenced is never of any use.
Your blanket is all torn because it’s old.” “It is not old,” Jane said. “But it is old,” Jane’s mother said. “We bought it when you were born. And then we had to wash it lots of times. And we washed it and washed it, and now it is all worn out. Look, you have a nice new big blanket. You don’t need that old blanket. That old blanket is like a rag now, darling.
The house is two stories high and has seven rooms. It would have cost perhaps fifteen thousand in the early twenties when it was built.
There are certain people, the sicker they get the longer they live.
Why must everybody like you? Who liked J. P. Morgan? Was he impressive? In a Turkish bath he’d look like a butcher. But with his pockets on he was very well liked.