I’ve always made a point of not wasting my life$$$ and everytime I come back here I know that all I’ve done is waste my life.
The past$$$ and its relationship to the present$$$ has always been vital to Miller. As a character in another Miller play (After the Fall) remarks$$$ the past is holy. Why? Not merely because the present contains the past$$$ but because a moral world depends on an acceptance of the notion of causality$$$ on an acknowledgment that we are responsible for$$$ and a product of$$$ our actions.
You make mountains out of molehills.
Well$$$ dear$$$ life is a casting off. It’s always that way.
Because he’s only a little boat looking for a harbor.
What a woman! They broke the mould when they made her.
I’m one-dollar an hour$$$ Willy! I tried seven states and couldn’t raise it. A buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I’m not bringing home any prizes anymore and you’re going to stop waiting for me to bring them home!
I don’t know what the future is. I don’t know-what I’m supposed to want.
Everybody around me is so false that I’m constantly lowering my ideals.
Does it take more guts to stand here the rest of my life ringing up a zero?