What Work You Do! It's Strange Work

The Need Of Man To Wholly Realize Himself Is The Only Fixed Star.

I Came Out Of A Culture In Which My Uncle, My Father - They Were All Salesmen Of One Kind Or Another. My Father Was A Manufacturer. He Also, In Effect, Had To Sell That Stuff. And If He Didn't Literally Do It, His Men Did. So, Selling Was In The Air Through My Boyhood. The Whole Idea Of Successfully Selling Was Very Important.

The Task Of The Real Intellectual Consists Of Analyzing Illusions In Order To Discover Their Causes.

The Play Is Really A Kind Of Nightmare. It Ought To Flow Rapidly And Effortlessly From One Moment To Another. In London, We Had Difficulty With The Set, Which Required Too Much Effort To Move Around. Having Gotten The Benefit Of Seeing It Done Once, I Wanted To Work On The Script, To Make It Sharper And More Pointed.

Because It Is My Name! Because I Cannot Have Another In My Life! Because I Lie And Sign Myself To Lies! Because I Am Not Worth The Dust On The Feet Of Them That Hang! How May I Live Without My Name? I Have Given You My Soul; Leave Me My Name!