When I was fourteen, my father decided to initiate me into the ways of manhood, and took me to the local whorehouse. The woman spread her legs, and made me look between them. All I could see was something that looked like a dyin' orchid; consequently, I have never been comfortable around women or orchids.

I don't ask for your pity, but just your understanding - no, not even that -no. Just for your recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.

attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.

I respect a person that has had to fight and howl for his decency.

Like a cat on a hot tin roof.

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

Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable. --Blanche Dubois