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“They chatter together like birds on Cypress Hill, but all they say is 'Live, live, live, live, live!' It's all they've learned, it's the only advice they can give.”

Quote by Tennessee Williams

Work

Plays: 1957-1980: Orpheus descending. Suddenly last summer. Sweet bird of youth. Period of adjustment. The night of the iguana. The eccentricities of a nightingale. The milk train doesn't stop here anymore. The mutilated. Kingdom of earth (The seven descents of Myrtle). Small craft warnings. Out cry. Vieux Carré. A lovely Sunday for Creve Coeur

This comprehensive volume includes a selection of plays that span a decade, showcasing the author's evolution as a playwright. The collection encompasses a range of subjects and dramatic techniques, from the tragic to the absurd, reflecting the diverse and complex nature of human experience. more

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Tennessee Williams
Tennessee Williams

American playwright, renowned for his profound psychological portrayals and unique dramatic style. His notable works include 'A Streetcar Named Desire' and 'The Glass Menagerie'. more

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