Willy Loman never made a lot of money. His name was never in the paper. . . . But he’s a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid. He’s not to be allowed to fall into his grave like an old dog. Attention, attention must be finally paid to such a person.

A suicide kills two people, Maggie, that’s what it’s for!

For a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don’t put a bolt to a nut, he don’t tell you the law or give you medicine. He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake.

A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.

The car, the furniture, the wife, the children — everything has to be disposable. Because you see the main thing today is — shopping.

The structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.

The jungle is dark but full of diamonds...

Cleave to no faith when faith brings blood.