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

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

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!

The jungle is dark but full of diamonds, Willy.

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

There 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.

Theater is a very changeable art. It responds to the moment in history the way the newspaper does, and there's no predicting what to come up with next.