"He fell down from the stars with eyes like the surface of them. In his eyes were the lives and deaths of worlds and on his lips was the blood inside of him, violet, inhuman. He was not human and I did not know what to do, because he looked like the night sky in the shape of a man reaching out for me. I did not know what to do, because I have always been in love with the space between the planets, distant stars, and spiralling galaxies."
-written while trying to envision the star husband, from Jane Mobley and Anna Vojech's version of the story, printed by Doubleday books in 1979.