Alle meine Söhne. Der Tod eines Handlungsreisenden

WILLY: I gave them hell, understand. But I got a couple of fearless characters there.
CHARLEY: Willy, the jails are full of fearless characters.

I've always made a point of not wasting my life, and every time I come back here I know that all I've done is to waste my life.
HAPPY: You're a poet, you know that, Biff? You're a - you're an idealist!
BIFF: No, I'm mixed up very bad.

WILLY: Figure it out. Work a lifetime to pay off a house. You finally own it, and there’s nobody to live in it.
LINDA: Well, dear, life is a casting off. It’s always that way.

LINDA: He’s finding himself, Willy.

WILLY: Not finding yourself at the age of thirty-four is a disgrace!

To hell with whose fault it is or anything like that.

WILLY: Oh, Ben, how do we get back to all the great times?

Dad is never so happy as when he’s looking forward to something!

When the hell are you going to grow up?

BIFF: Your hair... (He touches her hair.) Your hair got so gray.
LINDA: Oh, it’s been gray since you were in high school. I just stopped dyeing it, that’s all.

LINDA: Oh, my dear, you should do a lot of things, but there’s nothing to do, so go to sleep.