“You love me. Real or not real?"I tell him, "Real.”
“The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am.”
“People say to me, ‘How do I know if a word is real?’ You know, anybody who’s read a children’s book knows that love makes things real. If you love a word, use it. That makes it real.”
“Violet!' Lincoln said, then sighed. 'You don't love him. This isn't real. You know what's real and it's hard and it hurts and we can't...Damn it, Vi--we're real!”
“Trust me when I tell you the zebra is real! Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.”
“I couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.”