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.

I met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

I try to work every day because you have no refuge but writing. When you're going through a period of unhappiness, a broken love affair, the death of someone you love, or some other disorder in your life, then you have no refuge but writing.

Only some radical change can divert the downward course of my spirit, some startling new place or people to arrest the drift, the drag.

The work of a writer, his continuing work, depends for breath of life on a certain privacy of heart.

I can't expose a human weakness on the stage unless I know it through having it myself.