And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

Switch clicking off in my head, turning the hot light off and the cool night on and — [He looks up, smiling sadly.] — all of a sudden there's—peace!

I am more faithful than I intended to be!

And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...

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

Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable. --Blanche Dubois

The future is called 'perhaps,' which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the important thing is not to allow that to scare you.