...an Everlasting Funeral Marches Round Your Heart.

I Don't Say He's A Great Man. Willie Loman Never Made A Lot Of Money. His Name Was Never In The Paper. He's Not The Finest Character That Ever Lived. But He's A Human Being, And A Terrible Thing Is Happening To Him. So Attention Must Be Paid. He's Not To Be Allowed To Fall In His Grave Like An Old Dog. Attention, Attention Must Finally Be Paid To Such A Person.

Whether For Good Or Evil, It Is Sadly Inevitable That All Political Leadership Requires The Artifices Of Theatrical Illusion. In The Politics Of A Democracy, The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Is Often A Crooked Line.

Suicide Kills Two People.

As A Writer, I've Always Believed That While My Work And I Myself Are Embedded In Whatever Period I Am Writing About, Clearly I Am Sensitive To The Winds That Are Blowing In The Culture. At The Same Time, I Have Always Felt That The Issue Was Not To Deal With The Problem In The Abstract, But To Deal With The People Who Are In That Problem. The Emphasis Is On The People. The General Problem Begins To Resolve Itself Even Before The Play Is Finished.

I Think The Tragic Feeling Is Invoked In Us When We Are In The Presence Of A Character Who Is Ready To Lay Down His Life, If Need Be, To Secure One Thing -- His Sense Of Personal Dignity.