Character: Kate

This organization, with its committees, conferences and God knows what, where everything is drowning in the rhetoric, is the greatest swindle of the century, a feeder for hundreds of consisting under her loafers.

In this world the elect of generally accepted rules, values and norms not applicable.

- Cool bar you chose.
His Sally recommended as you.
- She has impeccable taste.

- Kate, we will have visitors. I need time to prepare.
- A lot of time?
- Eternity.

- As corny ends our story with a wedding.
- Our story is just beginning.

It is not necessary. Don't go crazy. And so I miraculously keep you. And.

- Can you describe the taste of wine?
Is a good red wine. A bold wine with a hint of some elegance and without hypocrisy... In fact, I just told on myself.
- You're not wrong. Wine, like people. The grapes absorb all that is happening in life around him. It absorbs it, and itself acquires the character.

- I'm afraid that if he does not return, then it will hurt so much that I think I would shrivel and will never be able to love anyone.
Is you say now, but time will pass and you will forget. First, you will forget his chin, then his nose, and after a while you will have to strain to remember the exact color of his eyes. And one day you Wake up and it's gone. His voice, his scent, his face... All gone. And then you will be able to start again.

- Do you believe in love, in eternal love? Does it ever happen that one man was created for just one woman?
- It is a question of a little girl who believes in fairy tales.
Is a question that everyone asks. This is a question that everybody thinks they know the answer until one day something happens.

A healthy personality has to Express what she feels inside. To Express, not suppress.

- I'll remind him about our life together. We have had an amazing life! We were happy. I've never been so happy.
- When someone tells me how they are happy my ass begins to twitch.

I'm sure these guys are not FBI. The FBI is unlikely to so often use the word "awesome."

Life itself like sea waves: at first it seems that nothing changes, but once you notice how much pain took water.

Should be a special law limiting the duration of mourning. A set of rules that would say that waking up in tears is possible, but not longer than a month. That after forty-two days, your heart should not be stopping because you felt like you heard her voice. Nothing happens if put things in order on her Desk to film her drawings off the fridge, hide a school photo and to get only if you really want to look at it. And that's fine, when the time without her is measured in the same way as if it were alive, and we thought it would be her birthday.