I may be getting old, but not foolish.

I was taken in by what might be called the Hard Times version of the Communists' advertising or recruiting technique.

The essence of the stage is concentration and penetration. Of the screen action, movement, sweep.

The physical life of the scene is determined by whether the set squeezes people together or whether the set has an escape place in it.

I said to Tennessee, this thing is becoming the Marlon Brando show.

I've come to believe that everything worth achieving is beyond one's capacity - or seems so at first. The thing is to persist, not back off, fight your fight, pay your dues, and carry on. Effort is all; continue and you may get there despite everything.

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.