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.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the on that you love doesn't love you.

There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast.

The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that's also a hypocrite!

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

-You're simple, straightforward and honest, a little bit on the primitive side, I should think. To interest you a woman would have to... -To lay her cards out on the table.