I've lost many of my best friends... I'm going to satisfy myself now, not the critics, not even my friends.

Miller didn't write Death of a Salesman. He released it. It was there inside him, waiting to be turned loose. That's the measure of its merit.

Wonder is our need today, not information.

The belief that the good in American society will finally win out... I don't believe any more.

I was the hero of the young insurgent working class art movement.

I question the value of stars. I think they're overrated. They get too much money, too much praise.

Acting, I found, was the biggest charge I ever had. What other artist has it so good? Approval so quick?