"I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me." [Like Crazy]
Anastasia: You’re hurting them.
Peter: If I don’t do it, no roses. I’m making them eternally beautiful.
Anastasia: Eternity doesn’t exist.
don’t talk to me I’ll get back to you when I’m done sobbing my heart out over The Velveteen Rabbit