But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

I don’t want to be that person, who just takes things.

Nothing happens without intention, Willem. Nothing. This theory of yours - life is rules by accidents - isn't that just one huge excuse for passivity?

Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

It doesn't rain every day. Just every other day.