Monday, September 3, 2012

Ada: What we have lost will never be returned to us. The land will not heal - too much blood. All we can do is learn from the past and make peace with it. 
Inman: You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place. 
Ada: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments. 
Inman: A thousand moments. They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that's real. 

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