Charley: He won't starve. None a them starve. Forget about him. Willy: Then what have I got to remember?

PROCTOR--he knows it is insane: No, it is not the same! What others say and what i sign to is not the same!

Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know I can do it; I saw Indians smash my dear parents' heads on the pillow next to mine, and I have seen some reddish work done at night, and I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down! - Abigail

THE PRICE grew out of a need to reconfirm the power of the past, the seedbed of current reality, and the way to possibly reaffirm cause and effect in an insane world.

Willy Loman: I don't want change, I want Swiss cheese!

In America, any man who is not a reactionary in his views is open to the charge of alliance with the Red hell.

Few occasions are as joyous to small children as funerals, almost better than the big wedding blowouts that take place at night when it's hard to stay awake. A small boy will never be harshly criticized at a funeral; he is more treasured as death comes close and all his wickedness vanishes before the inescapable fact that thank God, he is healthy.