A blind man can see what she feels for you and you for her. Your souls are not merely entwined; they are fused.

...the greatest weapon against big stupid men was a sharp mind.

You go shake your foundations, Will. I think it's about time I saved myself.

What are you so sad about? We're going to know him for the rest of our lives.

Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.

You shy, Francesca?” Javier asks me later on. I shake my head. “Not really.” I’m just sad, I want to say. And I’m lonely.

Memory is a funny thing. It tricks you into believing that you've forgotten important moments, and then when you're raking your brain for a bit of information that might make sense of something else, it taps you on the head and says, "Remember when you told me to put that memory in the green rubbish bin? Well, I didn't, I put it in the black recycling tub, and it's coming your way again.