“(She slowly twists the ring off her finger. Somewhere there is a cry of anguish. She listens attentively till it fades out, then nods with understanding.)
“―Wild things leave skins behind them, they leave clean skins and teeth and white bones behind them, and these are tokens passed from one to another, so that the fugitive kind can always follow their kind…”
―Tennessee Williams, “Orpheus Descending”
“I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.”
―Tennessee Williams, “Sweet Bird of Youth”
“We’re all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.”
―Tennessee Williams
“And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.”
―Tennessee Williams, “A Streetcar Named Desire”
