Maggie, we're through with lies and liars in this house. Lock the door.

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

Like a cat on a hot tin roof.

And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...

You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.

The object of art is to make eternal the desperately fleeting moment.

William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. "In the time of your life--live!" That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.