What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

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

The work of a writer, his continuing work, depends for breath of life on a certain privacy of heart.

What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof? - I wish I knew... Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can.

I'm tired and it's taking an increasing amount out of me, more than I have to give physically. And that's why I want to move to Sicily and buy that little farm and raise a flock of goats and geese. I find it peaceful ... and it would be a nice way to end life.

For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .