Movies, by nature, are not subjective, they're objective.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.

I wasn't raised very religiously because my parents went to Catholic school, but I do believe in God very much. I just never gave God a name, if you know what I mean. I hope I haven't let Him down regardless.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun.

And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.