She said if she couldn't play, she had nothing left. What about me?

I want you to play me like a cello.

I'm also starting to wonder something else. If maybe the point of this crazy quest I'm on wasn't to help me find Willem. Maybe it was to help me find someone else entirely.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

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