Personal lyricism is the outcry of prisoner to prisoner from the cell in solitary where each is confined for the duration of his life.

Stella: And when he comes back I cry on his lap like a baby.. [she smiles to herself] Blanche: I guess that is what is meant by being in love.

Girls that aren't cut out for business careers usually wind up married to some nice man.

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

All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent.

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.

Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light.