“If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?”

“Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words”

“I can't really articulate what I feel”

“If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?”

“• Dan: I love you.
• Alice: Where?
• Dan: What?
• Alice: Show me. Where is this 'love'? I can't see it, I can't touch it, I can't feel it. I can hear it, I can hear some words but I can't do anything with your easy words.”

“All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.”

“Without her I feel lost, I can't explain this in words. However there are things that I just can't stand thinking of; the way she and our son died.”

“If I can't really find a way to live with myself, I can't expect anyone else to live with me.”

“I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.”

“I feel a rush in the air tonight,
I can feel the Earth moving.
Love is beacon, a guiding light,
can't you feel the Earth moving?”