“John Proctor: I will fall like an ocean on that court!”
“PROCTOR, his mind wild, breathless: I say--I say--God is dead!”
“PROCTOR--he knows it is insane: No, it is not the same! What others say and what i sign to is not the same!”
“In short, for the murders of those I court, I bless the hour that holds your fall.”
“Does sound have rhythm? Does it rise and fall like the ocean? Does sound come and go like wind?”
“Falling in love is like submerging beneath the ocean with a submarine; you leave the outside world and wander in the silence of dimness.”