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Whenever I try to remember my dreams, I always turn 'em into stories. But dreams are like life. You can't catch it with your hands because you can't catch something you don't really see. If you believe in your dreams, you could be sure that any force, a tornado, a volcano or a typhoon, wouldn't be able to knock you out of love; because love exists on its own.

You know... when I first met her, I felt something kind of strong. I didn't know what it was, I didn't know what to call it. Now everything is kinda turned around and she's like a... she's like this cloud... that I can see through. And on the other side, I see you. And I feel something very strong. I think I know what to call it now.

My dad always said that work was like a hat you put on your head. And even if you didn't have pants , you didn't have to walk down the street ashamed of your ass as long as you had a hat...

After the storm, I couldn't say life was beautiful. But all I kept hoping for was the Eskimo boy of my dream to run out of one of these doors and hug me. And even though I no longer felt like a fish and realized I knew nothing, I was happy to be alive.

Axel Blackmar: What do you think?

Grace Stalker: About what?

Axel Blackmar: About us kind of belonging together?

Grace Stalker: What about this lamp? You think Paul will like this lamp?

Axel Blackmar: Yea, he'll-he'll love it. What do you think?

Grace Stalker: I think two wrong don't make a right.

Axel Blackmar: Meaning what?

Grace Stalker: Meaning us: two wrongs.

Axel Blackmar: What if we're not? What if we're two rights and everybody else is wrong?

Grace Stalker: Either way we're gonna be screwed, Axel.

Axel Blackmar: But at least we can be screwed together.


I wasn't falling in love, because I never felt any weight, because I was flying in love for the first time in my life.




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