“You're just going to walk away-like that? You're leaving it this way? Now? I love you. You can't...”

“You're walking along on this path, dazzled by how perfect it is, how great you feel, and then just a few forks in the road and you are lost in a place so bad you never could have imagined it.”

“It's just whether you're going to do a decent thing or keep doing shitty things. So choose. Just stop whining about it.”

“I can't help but notice that...well, you're in my life...at our house, with my family, in my world. But am I really in yours?....”

“The right thing to do is so easy to see when you're seventeen years old and don't have to make any big decisions. When you know that no matter what you do, someone will take care of you and fix everything. But when you're grown up, the world is not that black and white, and the right thing doesn't a tidy little arrow pointing to it.”

“You can't do this. You have to give me a chance to fix whatever it is I've done. What have I done?”

“I never felt with her the way I feel whenever I even catch sight of you.”