Chris: I Don't Know Why It Is,

Playwriting Is An Oral Art; It's Not An Art Of A Writer Expecting To Be Read But A Writer Expecting To Be Heard.

I Think The Job Of The Artist Is To Remind People Of What They Have Chosen To Forget.

I Still Feel-kind Of Temporary About Myself.

Charley: He Won't Starve. None A Them Starve. Forget About Him. Willy: Then What Have I Got To Remember?

Glamour, That Trans-human Aura Or Power To Attract Imitation, Is A Kind Of Vessel Into Which Dreams Are Poured, And Some Vessels Are Simply Worthier Than Others... A Beautiful Woman Can Turn Heads But Real Glamour Has A Deeper Pull... Glamour Is The Power To Rearrange People's Emotions, Which, In Effect, Is The Power To Control One's Environment.