Humanity is just a work in progress.

We have to distrust each other. It's our only defence against betrayal.

Don’t you just love those long 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?

In New Orleans I felt a freedom. I could catch my breath here.

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.

Nothing's more determined than a cat on a hot tin roof.

Is that what love is? Using people? And maybe that's what hate is - not being able to use people.

There is a time for departure, even when there’s no certain place to go.

Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the one that you love doesn't love you.