What a woman! They broke the mould when they made her.
I’m losing weight, you notice, Pop?
She could reach up to the table and take a cookie or a spoon. She could stand at the window and look outside. She could do a lot of things now which she could not do when she was a little baby.
What victory would the Devil have to win a soul already bad? It is the best the Devil wants, and who is better than the minister.” – Rev. John Hale.
In an ordinary crime, how does one defend the accused? One calls up witnesses to prove his innocence. But witchcraft is ipso facto, on its face and by its nature an invisible crime, is it not? The witch and the victim. None other. Now we cannot hope the witch will accuse herself; granted? Therefore, we must rely upon her victims – and they do testify, the children certainly do testify.
Eddie Carbone had never expected to have a destiny. A man works, raises his family, goes bowling, eats, gets old, and then he dies. Now, as the weeks passed, there was a future, there was a trouble that would not go away.
John Proctor’s flaw is his failure, until the last moment, to distinguish guilt from responsibility; America’s is to believe that it is at the same time both guilty and without flaw.
I should hang ten thousand that dared to rise against the law, and an ocean of salt tears could not melt the resolution of the statutes.
I’m one-dollar an hour, Willy! I tried seven states and couldn’t raise it. A buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I’m not bringing home any prizes anymore and you’re going to stop waiting for me to bring them home!
Elizabeth, with great fear: I will fear nothing.
You want to live? You better figure out your life.
The growing sensitivity of people to any sort of open and frank discussion of important issues is no service to civilisation, let alone law and order. I wrote a play about a man who happened to be a salesman, and several organisations of sales people flew to arms. Now it is the lawyers. If I am to back away from these objections you must surely see that I shall be forced to write about people with no occupation whatever.
Does it take more guts to stand here the rest of my life ringing up a zero?
What victory would the Devil have to win a soul already bad? It is the best the Devil wants...
A character is defined by the kinds of challenges he cannot walk away from.
You never do any good until you get into some trouble.
Elizabeth, with sarcasm and a sense of being lost: Oh indeed! Indeed!
She catches a weakening in herself and downs it. She will not let herself be drowned in the sea that threatens her.
One time there was a girl. Her name was Jane. She was a little baby. And she had a blanket. It was a small blanket. It was pink, and soft, and warm. In the morning she woke up. And the first thing she did was to touch the blanket, and it felt soft and warm when she put her fingers on it. Jane loved her pink blanket.
Because he’s only a little boat looking for a harbor.