Marsha Norman

"Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus, and its hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy, and more than anything else in the world, you wanna get off. And the only reason in the world you dont get off is its still fifty blocks from where youre going. Well, I can get off right now if I want to. Because even if I ride fifty more years and get off then, its still the same place when I step down to it. Whenever I feel like it, I can get off. Whenever Ive had enough, its my stop. Ive had enough."

"I found an old baby picture of me... and it was somebody else - not me. It was somebody pink and fat. Who never heard of sick or lonely. Somebody who cried and got fed. And reached up and got held. Slept whenever she wanted to just by closing her eyes. Somebody who mainly just laid there and laughed at the colors waving over, round her head. And chewed on a polka-dot whale. And woke up knowing some new trick nearly every day. Rolled over and drooled on a sheet. Felt your hand pull the quilt back up over me. Thats who I started out. And this is whos left."

"Im who I was waiting for. I didnt make it."