“Maybe it's not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate.”

“It’s too late. He’s already learned how not to drown.”

“It's not the side-effects of the cocaine - I'm thinking that it must be love.

It's too late to be grateful,
It's too late to be hateful,
It's too late to be late again,
The European cannon is here.”

“There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother… Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.”

“I know how to love those
Who love me, how to hate.”

“It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.”

““Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how.”
“It’s a lost art,” Hank said. “Maybe there’s an instruction manual on it.””

“My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.”

“The sad fact is how easily we forget the great events of the past. What we don't really learn from history education at school is how important it is for us to learn to never forget history as President Soekarno once said.”

“Taught by the powers that preach over me
I can hear their empty reasons
I wouldn't listen, I learned how to fight
I opened up my mind to treason
But just like the wounded, and when it's too late
They'll remember, they'll surrender
Never a care for the people who hate
Underestimate me now”