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
They tried to escape technology, to stay away from that and still have relationships with their fellow humans. Very difficult.
The wedding of Christianity or Judaism with nationalism is lethal.
Rise early. Write. Disappoint your sons. Read the newspaper. Go to bed early. Success.
Work a lifetime to pay off a house You finally own it and there's nobody to live in it.
The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone...
Charley: He won't starve. None a them starve. Forget about him. Willy: Then what have I got to remember?
I realized what a ridiculous lie my whole life has been.
More Weight -Giles Corey-
Willy Loman: I don't want change, I want Swiss cheese!
Don't take it on yourself. Forget now. Live.
You cant get very far in this world without your dossier being there first.
I figure I've done what I could do, more or less, and now I'm going back to being a chemical; all we are is a lot of talking nitrogen, you know...
If you complain of people being shot down in the streets, of the absence of communication or social responsibility, of the rise of everyday violence which people have become accustomed to, and the dehumanization of feelings, then the ultimate development on an organized social level is the concentration camp... The concentration camp is the final expression of human separateness and its ultimate consequence. It is organized abandonment.
Part of knowing who we are is knowing we are not someone else. And Jew is only the name we give to that stranger, the agony we cannot feel, the death we look at like a cold abstraction. Each man has his Jew; it is the other.