Let's take everything just as it is.
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
There’s got to be something wrong with us. To do what we did.
New York is the only real city-city.
Actually, I think friendship and love are exactly the same thing.
The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.