Of course you always had that detached quality as if you were playing a game without much concern over whether you won or lost, and now that you've lost the game, not lost but just quit playing, you have that rare sort of charm that usually only happens in very old or hopelessly sick people, the charm of the defeated.

Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?

It's interesting, isn't it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.

It's hard enough for me to write what I want to write without me trying to write what you say they want me to write which I don't want to write.

Stella: And when he comes back I cry on his lap like a baby.. [she smiles to herself] Blanche: I guess that is what is meant by being in love.

All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be.

There is only one true aristocracy . . . and that is the aristocracy of passionate souls!