He was a boy, just a boy, when I was a very young girl. When I was sixteen, I made the discovery - love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding on something that had always been half in shadow, that's how it struck the world for me. But I was unlucky. Deluded.

attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.

I talk out the lines as I write them.

I always said little Truman had a voice so high it could only be detected by bats.

You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

But since I have a poet's weakness for symbols, I am using this character also as a symbol; he is the long-delayed but always expected something that we live for.