“Let me know, Iain."
"Let you know what?"
"If you're going to keep her or not."
"And if I'm not?"
"Then I am.”

“Do you know what a palmist once said to me? She said: WILL YOU LET GO!”

“Adrian," she interrupted. "Didn't you just say I'm brilliant and always know everything? Then trust me on this."
"Always," I said, letting her pull me back down to her. "Always.”

“Tell her about it
Tell her everything you feel
Give her every reason to accept
That you're for real.
Tell her about it.
Tell her all your crazy dreams.
Let her know you need her
Let her know how much she means.”

“I'm in Bolton, so I won't have to give me mum three rings to let her know I'm home safe. Do you do that? Give her three rings and after the second ring she picks it up. What's the point of that?”

“At twenty you know you're not going to be a rock star… by twenty-five you know you're not going to be a dentist or a professional… by thirty, a darkness starts moving in - you wonder if you're ever going to be fulfilled, let alone wealthy or successful… by thirty-five, you know, basically, what you're going to be doing the rest of your life; you become resigned to your fate.”

“Okay, well, let's do a little reenactment. I'm the gay-looking DiCaprio and you're Rose. You have to keep your eyes open and on my face, or you'll have to let me go and I'll turn into a huge gay Popsicle.”

“Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
You've got to open up your heart
That's all I know
Trust what I say and do what you're told
Baby, and all your dirt will turn
Into gold.”

“Does anyone come back from this? I don't know the answer to that, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let this destroy me.”

“If you like her, if she makes you happy, and if you feel like you know her---then don't let her go.”