Being a memory play, it is dimly lighted, it is sentimental. It is not realistic.
Girls that aren’t cut out for business careers usually wind up married to some nice man.
Like a Cat on a hot tin roof.
Oh, Jacques, we’re used to each other, we’re a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we’ve grown used to each other. That’s what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.
But since I have a poet’s weakness for symbols, I am using this character also as a symbol; he is the long-delayed but always expected something that we live for.
Things have a way of turning out so badly.
Nothing’s more determined than a cat on a hot tin roof...
Hysteria is a natural phenomenon, the common denominator of the female nature. It’s the female weapon and the test of a man is his ability to cope with it.
Devils can be driven out of the heart by the touch of a hand on a hand, or a mouth on a mouth.
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.
Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.
A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.
The only unforgivable sin is deliberate cruelty.
I think no more than a week after I started writing I ran into the first block. It’s hard to describe it in a way that will be understandable to anyone who is not a neurotic.
Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!
There’s no better credit card in the world than driving up at a bank door in a Cadillac limousine.
We are all of us born, live and die in the shadow of a giant question mark that refers to three questions: Where do we come from? Why? And where, oh where, are we going!
Youth must be wanton, youth must be quick, Dance to the candle while lasteth the wick.
A woman’s charm is fifty percent illusion.
Walls are built up between people a hell of a damn sight faster than – broken down.