He wants to live on through something - and in his case, his masterpiece is his son. All of us want that, and it gets more poignant as we get more anonymous in this world.

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 you look sometimes for the goodness in me, and judge me not.

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.

There is a misconception of tragedy with which I have been struck in review after review, and in many conversations with writers and readers alike. It is the idea that tragedy is of necessity allied to pessimism.

Suicide kills two people.

How to live had started out as an analytical problem of how to place himself so as to intercept the flow of money in the society.