Rose: I know what you must be thinking. “Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?”
Jack: No, no, that’s not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could’ve happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?
April: So now I’m crazy because I don’t love you, right? Is that the point?
Frank: No! Wrong! You’re not crazy, and you do love me. That’s the point, April.
(Revolutionary Road, 2008)
Peter: But why did she have to die?
J.M. Barrie: I don’t know, Peter. When I think of your mother, I will always remember how happy she looked, sitting there in the parlor watching a play about her family, about her boys that never grew up. She went to Neverland. And you can visit her any time you like if you just go there yourself.
J.M. Barrie: By believing, Peter. Just believe.
(Finding Neverland, 2004)
"I saw my whole life as if I’d already lived it - an endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared… or even noticed."