'Someone interviewing me asked me why writers are so preoccupied with disease and death.
"Any artist dies two deaths," I told him, "not only his own as a physical being but that of his creative power, it dies with him."
A play is submitted to so many people and to so many conditions, alterable or not, and to such bafflingly varied interpretations by those to whom it's submitted that it's a wonder the author isn't stricken with incurable vertigo and plummeted irretrievably into a pit of snakes and madness.'
"Tennessee Williams: Memoirs." Chapter 11 page 242
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