They told me to take a streetcar named Desire and then transfer to one called Cemeteries and ride six blocks and get off at - Elysian Fields!

If you can't be yourself, what's the point of being anyone else?

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

Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

I have always been pushed by the negative. The apparent failure of a play sends me back to my typewriter that very night, before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success.

Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you--gently, with love, and hand your life back to you, like something gold you let go of--and I can! I'm determined to do it--and nothing's more determined than a cat on a tin roof--is there?

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.