“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.”

They told me to take a streetcar named Desire and then transfer to one called Cemeteries and ride six blocks and get off at – Elysian Fields!

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

It is, perhaps more than anything else, the arrest of time which has taken place in a completed work of art that gives certain plays their feeling of depth and significance.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

If you can’t be yourself, what’s the point of being anyone else?

Marriage is an economic arrangement in many ways, let’s face it.

I’m not living with you. We occupy the same cage. (Maggie)

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

This is so simple I’m ashamed to say it, but I’m sure it’s true. In fact, I would bet my life on it! And that’s why I don’t understand why our propaganda machines are always trying to teach us, to persuade us, to hate and fear other people on the same little world that we live in.

I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.

Maggie, we’re through with lies and liars in this house. Lock the door.

I respect a person that has had to fight and howl for his decency.

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.

When I stop working the rest of the day is posthumous. I’m only really alive when I’m writing.

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.

The breaking wave and the muscle as it contracts obey the same law. Delicate line gathers the body’s total strength in a bold balance. Shall my soul meet so severe a curve, journeying on its way to form?

There is the desire of a consumer society to have no learning curves.

Curving back within myself I create again and again.

God grades on the Cross not on the curve.

to become aware of the ineffable is to part company with words…the tangent to the curve of human experience lies beyond the limits of language.

You throw a perfectly straight line at the audience and then, right at the end, you curve it. Good jokes do that.

Either it is the fold of the infinite, or the constant folds [replis] of finitude which curve the outside and constitute the inside.

Owning your curves means being confident – actually being confident – in your own skin.