Maybe we don’t love someone for who they really are. Maybe love is seeing them for who they’d rather be.
Genetics, childhood… Doesn’t matter. We’re helpless to our experience. Difference between you and me could be a single moment, one little thing gone wrong.[to Howard]
Any man may see himself as ordinary. But confront him with another version of his life, the one destroys the other. It’s inevitable.
You know, they say it’s so great to meet yourself. Bullshit. Kind of like losing your virginity, you know? Wait your whole life for it, and then 20 seconds later, you’re disappointed.[to Howard]