The writer, when he is also an artist, is someone who admits what others don't dare reveal.

I was the hero of the young insurgent working class art movement.

Whatever hysteria exists is inflamed by mystery, suspicion and secrecy. Hard and exact facts will cool it.

I want to thank the Academy for its courage and generosity.

Miller didn't write Death of a Salesman. He released it. It was there inside him, waiting to be turned loose. That's the measure of its merit.