“I don't know what the hell I'm workin' for. Sometimes I sit in my apartment–all alone. And I think of the rent I'm paying. And it's crazy. But then, it's what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I'm lonely.” WorkLonelinessMaterialismDeath Of A SalesmanHappy Loman Book:Death of a Salesman Source: Death of a Salesman