Arthur Miller
Arthur Miller
Arthur Asher Millerwas a prolific American playwright, essayist, and prominent figure in twentieth-century American theatre. Among his most popular plays are All My Sons, Death of a Salesman, The Crucibleand A View from the Bridge. He also wrote several screenplays and was most noted for his work on The Misfits. The drama Death of a Salesman is often numbered on the short list of finest American plays in the 20th century alongside Long Day's Journey into Night and A Streetcar...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth17 October 1915
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
Pop, I'm nothing! I'm nothing, Pop. Can't you understand that? There's no spite in it any more. I'm just what I am, that's all.
Self-realization and self-fulfilment are the sine qua non for human existence.
Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.
Life, woman, life is God's most precious gift; no principle, however glorious, may justify the taking of it.
Chris: 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.
Peace. It is a providence, and no great change; we are only what we always were, but naked now.
Oh,Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer.
Sometimes...it's better for a man just to walk away. But if you can't walk away? I guess that's when it's tough.
Well, I spent six or seven years after high school trying to work myself up. Shipping clerk, salesman, business of one kind or another. And it's a measly manner of existence. To get on that subway on the hot mornings in summer. To devote your whole life to keeping stock, or making phone calls, or selling or buying. To suffer fifty weeks of the year for the sake of a two-week vacation, when all you really desire is to be outdoors, with your shirt off. And always to have to get ahead of the next fella. And still — that's how you build a future.
A man is not a bird, to come and go with the springtime.
most of the time we settle for half and i like it better, even as i know how wrong he was and his death useless, i tremble for i confess that something peversley pure calls to me from his memory
The world is an oyster but you don't crack it open on a mattress
PROCTOR--he knows it is insane: No, it is not the same! What others say and what i sign to is not the same!
PROCTOR, his mind wild, breathless: I say--I say--God is dead!