I met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip.

attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.

I can't expose a human weakness on the stage unless I know it through having it myself.

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.

To begin with, I turn back time. I reverse it to that quaint period, the thirties, when the huge middle class of America was matriculating in a school for the blind. Their eyes had failed them, or they had failed their eyes, and so they were having their fingers pressed forcibly down on the fiery Braille alphabet of a dissolving economy.

All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be.

But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.