“But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?”

“It makes no difference to us what your religion is because we believe that as humanity we are all one. Thus, no matter what a person's belief we should love and respect each other.”

“You're doing the best you can, right? Isn't that what we always tell each other?”

“What happens to people that love each other?'
'I suppose they have whatever they have and they are more fortunate than others. Then one of them gets the emptiness for ever.”

“What happens to people that love each other?”

“That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.”

“That is what love is for me, trying harder for each other.”

“You have to forget about what other people say, when you're supposed to die, or when you're supposed to be loving. You have to forget about all these things. You have to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven.”

“When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city ?
Do you huddle close together because you love each other?"”

“What is art? (…) Like a declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that none the less reflects the true meaning of life—love and sacrifice.”