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.

The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that's also a hypocrite!

I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

Security is a kind of death.

Symbols are nothing but the natural speech of drama.

Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.

You take it for granted that I am in something that I want to get out of.