You cannot catch a child’s spirit by running after it; you must stand still and for love it will soon itself return.
ARTHUR MILLERCan anyone remember love? It’s like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.
More Arthur Miller Quotes
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If I have any justification for having lived it’s simply, I’m nothing but faults, failures and so on, but I have tried to make a good pair of shoes. There’s some value in that.
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A playwright lives in an occupied country. And if you can’t live that way you don’t stay.
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Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You’ll never get out of the jungle that way.
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Let you look sometimes for the goodness in me, and judge me not.
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What is the most innocent place in any country? Is it not the insane asylum? These people drift through life truly innocent, unable to see into themselves at all.
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In the theater, while you recognized that you were looking at a house, it was a house in quotation marks. On screen, the quotation marks tend to be blotted out by the camera.
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You specialize in something until one day you find it is specializing in you.
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I know that my works are a credit to this nation and I dare say they will endure longer than the McCarran Act.
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A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.
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Don’t be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value.
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All we are is a lot of talking nitrogen.
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The closer a man approaches tragedy the more intense is his concentration of emotion upon the fixed point of his commitment, which is to say the closer he approaches what in life we call fanaticism.
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Without alienation, there can be no politics.
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A suicide kills two people, Maggie, that’s what it’s for!
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Can anyone remember love? It’s like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.
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