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.

Mendacity is a system that we live in," declares Brick. "Liquor is one way out an'death's the other.

Nobody sees anybody truly, but all through the flaws of their own ego.

I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire.

Things have a way of turning out so badly.

Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.

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