Without alienation, there can be no politics.
ARTHUR MILLERYou cannot catch a child’s spirit by running after it; you must stand still and for love it will soon itself return.
More Arthur Miller Quotes
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The number of elements that have to go into a hit would break a computer down. the right season for that play, the right historical moment, the right tonality.
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Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?
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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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The structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.
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If I see an ending, I can work backward.
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I love her too, but our neuroses just don’t match.
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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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I’m the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious New York theater has died in my lifetime.
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It is my art. I am better at it than I ever was. And I will do it as long as I can. When you reach a certain age you can slough off what is unnecessary and concentrate on what is. And why not?
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Man must shape his tools lest they shape him.
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You specialize in something until one day you find it is specializing in you.
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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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Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
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The apple cannot be stuck back on the Tree of Knowledge; once we begin to see, we are doomed and challenged to seek the strength to see more, not less.
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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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