I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.

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

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn’t even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself.

Every fiction has its base in fact.

Willem, I suspect deep down you know exactly why you're here, exactly what you want, but you're unwilling to the wanting, let alone the having. Because both of those propositions are terrifying.

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.