“The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am.”

“You love me. Real or not real?
I tell him, Real.”

“You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.”

“Abjuring love? Real people don’t do that. Now you’re the one who sounds like someone on a stage. That’s not the real world. Real people follow their hearts, wherever it takes them. Real people refuse to be put into a little tiny box. You can say you love me or you don’t love me, it doesn’t matter; I know you have foresworn nothing except an existence you found intolerable.”

“But I want to feel like life matters. I
had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.”

“Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.”

“I see you're trying to distract me from the real point here," Magnus said instead. "You had a birthday - a perfect excuse for me to throw one of my famous parties - and you didn't even tell me about it?”

“That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act”

“Hold me close and tell me how you feel
Tell me love is real.”

“True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.”