I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death's the other.
We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.
Life is an unanswered question, but let's still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.
An artist must believe in himself. Your belief is contagious. Others may say he is vain, but they are affected.
How long does it have to go on? This punishment? Haven't I done time enough, haven't I served my term? can't I apply for a-pardon?
Physical beauty is passing - a transitory possession - but beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart - I have all these things - aren't taken away but grow! Increase with the years!
To be free is to have achieved your life.
Success and failure are equally disastrous.
Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.
Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.
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?
All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.
To change is to live, to live is to change, and not to change is to die.
A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.
Revolution only needs good dreamers who remember their dreams.
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.
The name of a person you love is more than language.
Everybody is nothing until you love them.
Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.
The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that's also a hypocrite!
Time doesn't take away from friendship, nor does separation.
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
At the age of fourteen I discovered writing as an escape from a world of reality in which I felt acutely uncomfortable.
America has only three cities: New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland.
There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.
I try to work every day because you have no refuge but writing. When you're going through a period of unhappiness, a broken love affair, the death of someone you love, or some other disorder in your life, then you have no refuge but writing.
attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.
I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire.
A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.
You can be young without money but you can't be old without it.
The nervous system of any age or nation is its creative workers, its artists. And if that nervous system is profoundly disturbed by its environment, the work it produces will inescapably reflect the disturbances, sometimes obliquely and sometimes with violent directness.
I believe the way to write a good play is to convince yourself it is easy to do, then go ahead and do it with ease.
These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us?
Jim lights a cigarette and leans indolently back on his elbow smiling at Laura with a warmth and charm which lights her inwardly with altar candles.
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 an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die-with my hand in the hand of some nice looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch. "Poor lady," they'll say, "The quinine did her no good. That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven.
The theatre is a place where one has time for the problems of people to whom one would show the door if they came to one's office for a job.
You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I'm inclined to extravagance.
I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.
It is only in his work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violent disorder, does not seem very substantial. The right condition for him is that in which his work in not only convenient but unavoidable.