The problem, as I see it, is that you've been told and not told. You've been told, but none of you really understand, and I dare say, some people are quite happy to leave it that way.

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Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.

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We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.

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I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really - one has to ask oneself - what dignity is there in that?

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Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

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You say you’re sure? Sure that you’re in love? How can you know it? You think love is so simple?

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It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you've made, and there's this panic because you don't know yet the scale of disaster you've left yourself open to.

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Poor creatures. What did we do to you? With all our schemes and plans?

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After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished?

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I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever.

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