“But I'll say this, if what looks like the facts of the matter are conflicting with your feelings, then you need more information before deciding”

“What do you say when the feelings don't fit into words?”

“LUCAS: I've done a couple from memory but they aren't the same. Can't quite get the shape of your jaw. The line of your neck. And your lips. I need to spend more time staring at them and less time tasting them.ME: I can't say i agree with that notion.LUCAS: More of both, then.”

“I miss you Emma." I'm not sure, but it looks like her eyes tear up. "I was fine for months without you," she says, the words hushed and forlorn. "Why does it hurt now?" I'm sighing and shoving a hand through my hair, which I know from experience leaves strands of it stabbing out in numerous directions, defiant and crazy-looking. Maybe crazy is exactly how I feel. "Because now we have hope of something more.”

“I’ve come to ask how you do it. How you feel what I know you’re feeling and then walk away like that.”

“That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?”

“Ah, crap. I forgot what my hands look like after drawing. You may have little gray marks...everywhere.”