Before the Devil Knows You`re Dead*
Andy: The, the total is always the sum of its parts. It's clean. It's clear. Neat, absolute. But my life, it... it doesn't add up. It... Nothing connects to anything else. I'm not, I'm not the sum of my parts. All my parts don't add up to one... to one me, I guess.
Justin: Get a shrink or a wife.
Andy: Uh, I got a wife.
Justin: Get a shrink.
* Sidney Lumet
This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you'd be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don't know how you'd describe it... Is like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or... I guess you know the kind of people I'm talking about. Maybe you don't. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven't read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You.
- Why do you have to listen to this stuff?
Why can't you listen to music like normal people?
- No-one's normal, Mom. No such thing as normal people.*
* Mi vida sin mí, Isabel Coixet
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