Men don't want anything they get too easy. But on the other hand, men lose interest quickly.

I know I fib a good deal. After all, a woman's charm is fifty per cent illusion, but when a thing is important I tell the truth. - Blanche Scene II

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.

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

Bohemia has no banner. It survives by discretion.

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

Only some radical change can divert the downward course of my spirit, some startling new place or people to arrest the drift, the drag.