You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.

“Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle - o…”

“Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed,…”

“I cannot stop thinking that she is dead, and I cannot stop thinking that she ca…”

“Come fai a non preoccuparti di quello che succederà da adesso a tipo... sempre?…”