Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!
Arthur MillerThere is a kind of perverse unity forming among us, born, I think, of the discontent of all classes of people with the endless frustration of life.
Arthur MillerI would be twenty before I learned how to be fifteen, thirty before I knew what it meant to be twenty, and now at seventy-two I have to stop myself from thinking like a man of fifty who has plenty of time ahead.
Arthur Miller