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

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

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.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one's own character to himself.

The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn't so funny.