I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope.

I don't like to do too much psychological research because it might turn a character into a patchwork.

A know a place called New Beginnings, but I don't think it works quite like that. You can't just erase everything that came before.

Sometimes you want to hear your own mother's voice.

Because love, love never finishes.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.