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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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Without alienation, there can be no politics.
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I see your point, but can you name one classical Greek or Elizabethean shoemaker?
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Arthur Miller |
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An era can be said to end when its basic illusions are exhausted.
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Arthur Miller |
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I don't know a critic who penetrates the center of anything.
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Arthur Miller |
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They don't need me in New York. I'm the New England man. I'm vital in New England.
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Arthur Miller |
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I simply asked him if he was making any money. Is that a criticism?
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Arthur Miller |
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I'm very well liked in Hartford. You know, the trouble is, Linda, people don't seem to take to me.
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Arthur Miller |
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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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Arthur Miller |
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Personality always wins the day.
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Arthur Miller |
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Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.
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Arthur Miller |
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Sit down, Willy.
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Arthur Miller |
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You can't eat the orange and throw the peel away -- a man is not a piece of fruit.
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Arthur Miller |
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Spite, spite, is the word of your undoing!
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Arthur Miller |
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You cut your life down for spite!
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Arthur Miller |
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Isn't that -- isn't that remarkable? Biff -- he likes me!
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Arthur Miller |
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Wonderful coffee. Meal in itself
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Arthur Miller |
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Nothing's Planted, I don't have a thing in the ground.
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Arthur Miller |
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We're free and clear, Willy. We're free, we're free, we're free...
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Arthur Miller |
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There are wheels within wheels in this village, and fires within fires!
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Arthur Miller |
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Theology, sir, is a fortress; no crack in a fortress may be accounted small.
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Arthur Miller |
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We burn a hot fire here; it melts down all concealment.
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Arthur Miller |
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You're pulling heaven down, and raising up a whore!
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Arthur Miller |
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Who weeps for these, weeps for corruption!
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Arthur Miller |
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He have his goodness now, God forbid I take it from him!
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Arthur Miller |
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I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.
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Arthur Miller |