What we needed were not words and promises but a steady accumulation of small realities.

“You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.”

“No creas que estoy enfadada contigo. Sólo estoy triste. Por que tú has sido muy…”

“You’re afraid of imagination. And even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the res…”

“In the infinite loneliness ofspace, what could Laika possibly be looking at?”