A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

This is Red Hook, not Sicily … This is the gullet of New York swallowing the tonnage of the world.

He’s a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.

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.

Death of a salesman.

There was a young lady named Bright,

There really are no characters in plays; there are relationships . Where there are only characters and no relationships, we have an unsatisfactory play.