Arthur Miller
Arthur Miller
Arthur Asher Millerwas a prolific American playwright, essayist, and prominent figure in twentieth-century American theatre. Among his most popular plays are All My Sons, Death of a Salesman, The Crucibleand A View from the Bridge. He also wrote several screenplays and was most noted for his work on The Misfits. The drama Death of a Salesman is often numbered on the short list of finest American plays in the 20th century alongside Long Day's Journey into Night and A Streetcar...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth17 October 1915
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
You specialize in something until one day you find it is specializing in you.
Marrying him was my mistake, not his. He couldn't give me the attention, warmth and affection I need. It's not in his nature. Arthur never credited me with much intelligence. He couldn't share his intellectual life with me. As bed partners, we were so-so.
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.
He wants to live on through something-and in his case, his masterpiece is his son. all of us want that, and it gets more poignant as we get more anonymous in this world.
There is an open terror of the critics (in New York) and of losing fortunes of money
I couldn't have predicted that a work like 'Death of a Salesman' would take on the proportions it has
We were eating out regularly, perhaps four to five nights a week. Now we're eating out twice.
Now we settle for half and I like it better.
Now we're eating pizza as opposed to steak.
The word 'now' is like a bomb thrown through the window, and it ticks
They're worried about the Harvard trademark, and they seem to be saying I'm diluting it by allowing some of my materials to be used at Concord Law School, Concord University. Curiously, they never said that when I was identified for 20-odd years on Good Morning America as Harvard Law School.
A lot of my work goes to the center of where we belong -- if there is any root to life -- because nowadays the family is broken up, and people don't live in the same place for very long
A man is not an orange. You can't eat the fruit and throw the peel away
A playwright . . . is . . . the litmus paper of the arts. He's got to be, because if he isn't working on the same wave length as the audience, no one would know what in hell he was talking about. He is a kind of psychic journalist, even when he's gre