“She was like Marat only with nobody to kill her.”

“Stanley:
Delicate piece she is.
Stella:
She is. She was. You didn't know Blanche as a girl. Nobody, nobody, was tender and trusting as she was. But people like you abused her, and forced her to change.”

“She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she's always a woman to me.”

“She was starting to feel a little like a hamburger at a dieters’ convention. Nobody was likely to snack on her, but absolutely everybody noticed she was edible.”

“She never stumbles,
she's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child,
the law can't touch her at all.”

“She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.”

“That dichotomy between who she was and who she thought she should be was what really killed her.”

“She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.”

“I suspect I only really liked her because she liked me first.”

“She feels lonely all the time, she wants to be accepted, by anyone, on any terms, but she feels apart. As if nobody who really got to know her would trust her.”