“The sound of a harpsichord – two skeletons copulating on a tin roof in a thunderstorm. ”

“If I were standing right beside her, I probably would have heard her heart breaking. It would have sounded like the cracking of a wooden bat connecting with a baseball. No, that was too clean of a break. It would have sounded like rain from a powerful thunderstorm pounding on a tin roof. Millions of drops relentlessly pounding away on the surface until it shattered into billions of tiny pieces. Pieces Emily couldn’t put back together by herself.”

“(This place) presumed to be a town then, but was hardly more than a word under a tin roof.”

“Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.”

“What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?—I wish I knew... Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can...”

“Storytelling and copulation are the two chief forms of amusement in the South. They’re inexpensive and easy to procure. ”