Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you--gently, with love, and hand your life back to you, like something gold you let go of--and I can! I'm determined to do it--and nothing's more determined than a cat on a tin roof--is there?

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.

Physical beauty is passing - a transitory possession - but beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart - I have all these things - aren't taken away but grow! Increase with the years!

Oh you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you

I met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip.

At the age of fourteen I discovered writing as an escape from a world of reality in which I felt acutely uncomfortable.

Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.