Suddenly, Last Summer
1959
Catherine Holly: Is that what love is? Using people? And maybe that's what hate is - not being able to use people.
Mrs Venable: Oh, Sebastian, what a lovely summer it's been. Just the two of us. Sebastian and Violet. Violet and Sebastian. Just the way it's always going to be. Oh, we are lucky, my darling, to have one another and need no one else ever.
Mrs Venable: Strictly speaking, his life was his occupation. Yes, yes, Sebastian was a poet. That's what I meant when I said his life was his work because the work of a poet is th elife of a poet, and vice versa, the life of a poet is the work of a poet. I mean, you can't separate them. I mean, a poet's life is his work, and his work is his life in a special sense.
Mrs Venable: Sebastian said, 'Truth is the bottom of a bottomless well.'
Mrs Venable: My son, Sebastian and I constructed our days. Each day we would carve each day like a piece of sculpture, leaving behind us a trail of days like a gallery of sculpture until suddenly, last summer.
(last lines) Catherine Holly: She's here, Doctor. Miss Catherine's here.