She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.

I can be a very valuable friend to you, but you do not want me as an enemy.

Do you like foreign films?” “With subtitles?” “Yes.” “I hate those types of films.” “Me too,” Cliff says. “Mostly because - “ “No happy endings.

I want to believe that happiness might at least be possible later on in life for people prone to sadness.

You're different. And I'm different too. Different is good. But different is hard. Believe me, I know.

That's basically the mantra of Herr Silverman's teaching - think for yourself and do what's right for you, but let others do the same.

People can be cruel,' he says with a sympathetic look that makes me trust him even more. And right then I realize that he is not writing down all my words in a file, which I really appreciate, let me tell you.