Quote by: Tennessee Williams

I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives... I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them... I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, like pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves... Everything exists in the word.


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Author Bio


  • NameTennessee Williams
  • DescriptionAmerican playwright
  • AliasesThomas Lanier "Tennessee" Williams III; Thomas Lanier Williams III
  • BornMarch 26, 1911
  • DiedFebruary 25, 1983
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionPlaywright; Novelist; Screenwriter; Writer
  • AwardsPulitzer Prize For Drama