I sometimes have the feeling you've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of the rest of us has even dreamed about.

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies.

For we have come by different ways to this place... I can tell by the natural ease with which you wear fine clothes and the way your mouth moves when you speak with waiters in good restaurants. You have come the way of castles and cathedrals, of elegance and empire.

One great love in a single lifetime was enough for anyone.

This is why I'm here on this planet, at this time, Francesca. Not to travel or make pictures, but to love you. I know that now. I have been falling from the rim of a great, high place, somewhere back in time, for many more years than I have lived in this life. And through all of those years, I have been falling toward you.

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us.

There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them.