Quotes & Sayings About The American Dream In A Streetcar Named Desire

America was the attic of French culture. — Edmund White

The real achiever do one thing at a time. — Peter Drucker

I didn't like Dali: now, like you, I do. Like you, I began to drink my Coke with a pinch of salt . Like you, I stopped bothering about ironed clothes. Like you, I sit with a dictionary while reading the papers. Like you, I sit on the compound wall after a bath. — Sachin Kundalkar

There is a very strong theatre-going tradition in Moscow. It has stayed strong. — Dasha Zhukova

Wherever there is persuasion, there is rhetoric, and wherever there is rhetoric, there is meaning. — Kenneth Burke

Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years. — Oscar Wilde

Once you embark on a road of imagination and creating, all bets are off. All preconceptions about what you must do, make, think, assume, and believe are yesterday's news. — Jon Rappoport

Jeff Beachum, Sergeant of Snark, Wielder of Witticism, Dominator of the Double Entendre, completely ran out of things to say. — Amy Lane

There is a case, and a strong case, for that particular form of indolence that allows us to move through life knowing only what immediately concerns us. — Alec Waugh

I can well imagine making acquisitions so long as these are complementary to Puma and move it forward. — Jochen Zeitz

The whole point of art, aside from the aesthetic pleasure it yields, is that it provides a bridge to the past; that seductive land where we all find certainty and consolation. Nothing quite spans this gulf with such immediacy as the art of popular song. — Barry Humphries

Quite often, little germs of ideas have come from something that I've observed or someone's told me. The process of it becoming fiction is expanding and extending it: stretching the rubber band of reality. — Laura Wade

A power is passing from the earth. — William Wordsworth

You're suddenly quiet."
He watched her swallow. "I don't understand how you do this to me." He leaned in slightly. His hair smelled like something flowery, like the fading scent of lilacs. "Do what?" "Your touch." "I'm not touching you, Emily." She turned around. "That's just it. It feels like you are. How do you do that? It's like you have something I can't see, that reaches out. It doesn't make sense." That startled him. She felt it. No one had ever felt it before. — Sarah Addison Allen

I write about things that scare me. I've never written a snake story in my life. I myself have never written a story about snakes because they don't scare me. I write about rats because they scare the hell out of me. — Stephen King