“If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?”
“What's the point of holding on if I can't save the ones that I can't afford to lose?”
“I can't untangle, I can't untangle what I feel and what would matter most.”
“Damn it Ash. I can't listen to that. I can't think about it. I can deal with denying myself what I need. What I want. But I can't deny you.”
“I can't live where I want to, I can't go where I want to go, I can't do what I want to, I can't even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.”
“This is bullshit. You think I care what other people think? What does age have to do with it? Why can't you be that girl? As for what I want to do with my life, why can't I figure that out with you?”