"I don’t need anyone. I’m not like you. I can stand on my own two feet... I’m not frightened of the dark. I’m not frightened of anything... I’ll live in this place. I’ll make it nice. I’ll have it all clean and white... I’ll be the gypsy and the gentleman... I’ll be very independent."
(Jo sits heavily on the edge of the bed, rubbing her swollen belly. She looks around the empty, peeling walls of the flat and scoffs, picking up a stray, tattered baby shawl.) a taste of honey monologue
"Dear Dad, I hope you are well. I am not well. I am going to have a baby. I thought you ought to know. Not that you'll care. You never did. I remember you used to come home drunk and play the piano. You played 'The Lost Chord.' I thought it was beautiful then. Now I know it was just a lot of noise." "I don’t need anyone
"Because the truth is, I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know how to be a mother, or a girlfriend, or a daughter. All I know is that I'm tired of being told what to do, tired of being treated like a child. I want to be treated like a person, with my own thoughts and feelings. I’m not frightened of the dark