If I see an ending, I can work backward.

I couldn't have predicted that a work like 'Death of a Salesman' would take on the proportions it has

It's the perfect ending, the perfect ending to a high school career.

The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always.

This is a sad ending to a lot of hard work and special dreams.

You know how easily and suddenly these things happen, beginning in playful teasing and ending in something a little warmer than friendship. You squeeze the slender arm which is passed through yours, you venture to take the little gloved hand, you say good night at absurd length in the shadow of the door. It is innocent and very interesting, love trying his wings in a first little flutter.