It occurs to me that with all the television people watch, most of their acquaintances are actors.

Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.

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

Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.

I'm the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious New York theater has died in my lifetime.

The word "now" is like a bomb through the window, and it ticks.

In his play depicting the Salem Witch Trials, the author illustrates profound psychological bullying. The ringleader of young girls suspected of unsavory conduct, frightens her friends into silence by warning: Now, look you; All of you. We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam's dead sisters, and that was all. ... 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.