Blanche du Bois
● “Her appearance is incongruous to the setting…daintily dressed in a white suit …as if
she were arriving at a summer tea or a cocktail party”
● “Delicate beauty must avoid a strong light…her white clothes…suggest a moth”
● “Take a streetcar named desire, and then transfer to one called Cemeteries”
● “[Begins to shake again with intensity]…I stayed and fought for it, bled for it, almost
died for it”
● “Death is expensive…Why, the Grim Reaper had put up his tent on our doorstep!”
● “[Drawing involuntarily back from his stare]”
● “Inexpensive summer furs…a rhinestone tiara”
● “Our improvident grandfathers and fathers and uncles and brothers exchanged the
land for their epic fornications”
● “Young man! Young, young, young- man! Has anyone ever told you that you look like
a young prince out of the Arabian Nights?”
● “Soft people have go to- shimmer and glow- put a- paper lantern over the light…
make a little- temporary magic just in order to pay for- one night’s shelter!”
● “In this dark march…don’t hang back with the brutes!”
● “Such things as art…such kinds of new light…that we have got to…cling to, and hold
as our flag”
● “Brutal desire- just- Desire!”
● “A bunch of bobby-soxers and drug-store Romeos with a reverence for Hawthorne
and Whitman and Poe!”
● “Je suis la Dame aux Camellias! Vous êtes- Armand”
● “The searchlight which had been turned on the world was turned off again and
never…since has there been any light that’s stronger than this- kitchen- candle…”
● “Candles burn out in little boys’ and girls’ eyes…electric light-bulbs go on and you
see too clearly”
● “The rapid, feverish polka tune, the ‘Varsouviana’ is heard…she is drinking to escape
it and the sense of disaster closing in on her”
● “I’ll tell you what I want. Magic!…I don’t tell the truth. I tell what ought to be the truth”
● “A somewhat soiled and crumpled white satin evening gown…scuffed silver
slippers…the rhinestone tiara”
● “Lurid reflections…shadows of a grotesque and menacing form…the night is filled
with inhuman voices like cries in a jungle”
● “This place is a trap!”
● “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers”
Stanley Kowalski
● “He sizes women up at a glance, with sexual classifications”
● “Animal joy…the power and pride of a richly feathered male bird”
● “Leaving the door open on the perpetual blue piano”
● “The Napoleonic Code…when you’re swindled under the Napoleonic code I’m
swindled too. And I don’t like to be swindled”
● “A picture of Van Gogh’s of a billiard parlour at night…lurid brilliance, the raw colours
of a childhood’s spectrum”
● “Stalks fiercely…to the small white radio and…tosses the instrument out of the
window”
● “Her appearance is incongruous to the setting…daintily dressed in a white suit …as if
she were arriving at a summer tea or a cocktail party”
● “Delicate beauty must avoid a strong light…her white clothes…suggest a moth”
● “Take a streetcar named desire, and then transfer to one called Cemeteries”
● “[Begins to shake again with intensity]…I stayed and fought for it, bled for it, almost
died for it”
● “Death is expensive…Why, the Grim Reaper had put up his tent on our doorstep!”
● “[Drawing involuntarily back from his stare]”
● “Inexpensive summer furs…a rhinestone tiara”
● “Our improvident grandfathers and fathers and uncles and brothers exchanged the
land for their epic fornications”
● “Young man! Young, young, young- man! Has anyone ever told you that you look like
a young prince out of the Arabian Nights?”
● “Soft people have go to- shimmer and glow- put a- paper lantern over the light…
make a little- temporary magic just in order to pay for- one night’s shelter!”
● “In this dark march…don’t hang back with the brutes!”
● “Such things as art…such kinds of new light…that we have got to…cling to, and hold
as our flag”
● “Brutal desire- just- Desire!”
● “A bunch of bobby-soxers and drug-store Romeos with a reverence for Hawthorne
and Whitman and Poe!”
● “Je suis la Dame aux Camellias! Vous êtes- Armand”
● “The searchlight which had been turned on the world was turned off again and
never…since has there been any light that’s stronger than this- kitchen- candle…”
● “Candles burn out in little boys’ and girls’ eyes…electric light-bulbs go on and you
see too clearly”
● “The rapid, feverish polka tune, the ‘Varsouviana’ is heard…she is drinking to escape
it and the sense of disaster closing in on her”
● “I’ll tell you what I want. Magic!…I don’t tell the truth. I tell what ought to be the truth”
● “A somewhat soiled and crumpled white satin evening gown…scuffed silver
slippers…the rhinestone tiara”
● “Lurid reflections…shadows of a grotesque and menacing form…the night is filled
with inhuman voices like cries in a jungle”
● “This place is a trap!”
● “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers”
Stanley Kowalski
● “He sizes women up at a glance, with sexual classifications”
● “Animal joy…the power and pride of a richly feathered male bird”
● “Leaving the door open on the perpetual blue piano”
● “The Napoleonic Code…when you’re swindled under the Napoleonic code I’m
swindled too. And I don’t like to be swindled”
● “A picture of Van Gogh’s of a billiard parlour at night…lurid brilliance, the raw colours
of a childhood’s spectrum”
● “Stalks fiercely…to the small white radio and…tosses the instrument out of the
window”
