“You know what the secret is? It's so simple. We love one another. We're nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? - Carmen”
“Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like..it's easy to love rain...and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums...and the moon. But with people, seems like love's a hard thing to know. It gets all mixed up. I mean, you can love one person in one way and another person in another way. But how do you know you love the right one in every way?”
“What do we know but that we face one another in this place?”
“It must be nice, Queenie thought, to be one thing or another, to know where you belonged.”
“How ballsy it was to just assume you know, with one glance, the things another person could live without. As if it was the same for everyone, that simple.”
“We know so little about one another. We embrace a shadow and love a dream.”