The most dangerous word in any human tongue is the word for brother. It's inflammatory.

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.

Success is blocked by concentrating on it and planning for it... Success is shy - it won't come out while you're watching.

And it was about then, about that time, that I began to find life unsatisfactory as an explanation of itself and was forced to adopt the method of the artist of not explaining but putting the blocks together in some other way that seems more significant to him. Which is a rather fancy way of saying I started writing.

The mountain violets break the rocks.

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.

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