I am more faithful than I intended to be!
You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.
America has only three cities: New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland.
Oh, you can’t describe someone you’re in love with!
Bohemia has no banner. It survives by discretion.
I don’t believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting the doubt of others has always given me.
The name of a person you love is more than language.
I can’t expose a human weakness on the stage unless I know it through having it myself.
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
Don’t you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour – but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands – and who knows what to do with it?
I can’t stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.
When I stop working the rest of the day is posthumous. I’m only really alive when I’m writing.
In memory everything seems to happen to music.
Symbols are nothing but the natural speech of drama.
Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable. – Blanche Dubois.
The future is called ‘perhaps,’ which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the important thing is not to allow that to scare you.
Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else.
All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent.