And like a soprano shattering glass, Juliet heard something snap deep inside. It was the sound of her heart breaking.

But I figure you're never too old to learn. That's when you become old, when you stop being fascinated by things, when you stop wanting to learn and explore.

It is always the silly things that remind me

I don't understand it myself, really. It's like the idea of him is better than the him of him

Not doing anything can be worse than doing the wrong thing.

"Maybe I just don't want another rejection," he shrugs. "I've had enough of that in my so-called acting career." Oh, so this is what it's all about. "But you're not auditioning for a role," I try to persuade him. "Aren't I?" he raises his eyebrows.

We are the sum total of our memories. Memories are the most precious things we have. Good or bad. That's what make us who we are. What would we be without them?