“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.”

A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams

“A Plague has stricken the Moths / The Moths are dying, / Their bodies are flakes of Bronze on the carpets lying / Enemies of the delicate Everywhere have / breathed a pestilent mist into the air.”

Lament For The Moths, Tennessee Williams