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

The trouble with this world is that everybody has to compromise and conform.

Maggie, we're through with lies and liars in this house. Lock the door.

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

You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.

Go, then! Go to the moon-you selfish dreamer!

The process by which the idea for a play comes to me has always been something I really couldn't pinpoint. A play just seems to materialize; like an apparition, it gets clearer and clearer and clearer. It's very vague at first, as in the case of Streetcar, which came after Menagerie. I simply had the vision of a woman in her late youth. She was sitting in a chair all alone by a window with the moonlight streaming in on her desolate face, and she'd been stood up by the man she planned to marry.