Symbols are nothing but the natural speech of drama.

The human animal is a beast that dies and if he’s got money he buys and buys and buys and I think the reason he buys everything he can buy is that in the back...

What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?—I wish I knew… Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can…

He was always running or bounding, never just walking. He seemed always at the point of defeating the law of gravity.

You can be young without money, but you can’t be old without it.

But nothing happened there now of a nature to provoke a disturbance. There were no complaints to the management or the police, and the dark glory of the upper galleries was a legend in such...

Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable.–Blanche Dubois

It was useless trying to explain to Cecila that poetry wasn’t a commodity, that it could never be bought or sold, that it was, in fact, unteansferrable, remaining forever a part of the one who...

Of course, you were crowned with laurel in the beginning, your gold hair was wreathed with laurel, but the gold is thinning and the laurel has withered. Face it – pitiful monster.

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.

Somebody said once or wrote, once: ‘We’re all of us children in a vast kindergarten trying to spell God’s name with the wrong alphabet blocks!

The panic disappeared under those soothing old fingers and the breathing slowed down and stopped hurting the chest as if a fox was caught in it, and then at last Mr. Kroger began to lecture...

…human beings dream of life everlasting. But most of them want it on earth and not in heaven.

Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?

Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. 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. The interior is...

Some things are not forgiveable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgiveable. It is the most unforgiveable thing in my opinion, and the one thing in which I have never, ever been guilty.

Time doesn’t take away from friendship, nor does separation.

…love, all at once and much, much too completely. It’s like you suddenly turn a blinding light on something that had always been half a shadow…

This was a respect in which he paid due homage to the wise old spirit of the late Emiel Kroger, that romantically practical Teuton who used to murmur to Pablo, between sleeping and waking, a...

You have a spark of anarchy in your spirit and that’s not to be tolerated. Nothing wild or honest is tolerated her! It has to be extinguished…

Possess your soul in patience – you will see!

I don’t believe in “original sin.” I don’t believe in “guilt.” I don’t believe in villains or heroes – only right or wrong ways that individuals have taken, not by choice but by necessity or...

Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else.

The apartment faces an alley and is entered by a fire-escape, a structure whose name is a touch of accidental poetic truth, for all of these huge buildings are always burning with the slow and...

In the course of this story, and very soon now, it will be necessary to make some disclosures about Mr. Krupper of a nature too coarse to be dealt with very directly in a work...

One man has one great true thing in his life. One great good thing that is true!

I go to the movies because – I like adventure. Adventure is something I don’t have much of at work, so I go to the movies.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked...

A drinking man’s someone who wants to forget he isn’t still young and believing

You said, ‘They’re harmless dreamers and they’re loved by the people.’ ‘What,’ I asked you, ‘is harmless about a dreamer, and what,’ I asked you, ‘is harmless about the love of the people? Revolution only...

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead.

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

Princess, the great difference between people in this world is not between the rich and the poor or the good and the evil, the biggest of all differences in this world is between the ones...

Then what is good? The obsessive interest in human affairs, plus a certain amount of compassion and moral conviction, that first made the experience of living something that must be translated into pigment or music...

Yes, movies! Look at them — All of those glamorous people — having adventures — hogging it all, gobbling the whole thing up! You know what happens? People go to the movies instead of moving!...

Las vidas de todas las personas, ,qué son sino rastros de escombro… cada día más escombro… más escombro… largos, muy largos rastros de escombros que nada puede limpiar más que la muerte?

She lives in a world of her own – a world of – little glass ornaments…

Revolution begins in putting on bright colors.

It would be one of those evenings when lady luck showed the bitchy streak in her nature

The rest of my days I’m going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I’m going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating...

To you, whoever you are, when I am gone — remember to be kind tonight to some lonely person. For me.

Ignorance of mortality is a comfort.