- oh, come on, don't say you were fighting for this. you never wanted it, anyway.

- how could you possibly tell i never wanted something like that?

- it was written in your eyes, my girl.

- well, they speak a whole different language you can't understand. they don't speak for you.

- your words are as soft as night before dawn; but in no way you could hide this roughness that belong to those eyes.

- i'm a book, written in ten languages, all beautiful. none of them you can understand.