“Is there a panic button I can hit? Or better yet, a button that will pause this whole scene while I figure out how I want to play it? But no. That's not how it works in real life.” — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“I tell myself I got sucked into the happiness, the surge of the drug we seemed to make together. But was it real? Would it have survived in real life? Would it even have happened if we didn't have other… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“everyone has regrets. Loose ends. Things they could do if they had more time.” — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“In a sense you could say I’ve already been to my own funeral.” — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“Too many things had happened in too short a time span. Did people’s lives really change this quickly? Years of sameness, and then a… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“I don’t need my heart anymore, you can have it. Cut it out, put it in a box, bury it in the hard ground,… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“When we get home from the funeral, the house is already thick with people. It feels like the whole town’s here, though of course… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“And why do the main characters always have to hate each other at the beginning of the movie? Like, hello, red flag. It’s so… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“Is there a panic button I can hit? Or better yet, a button that will pause this whole scene while I figure out how… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“But, of course, everyone has regrets. Loose ends. Things they could do if they had more time.” — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“So, I know what messy is, and it isn’t love. No, love is supposed to be simple. It’s supposed to be about brushing raindrops… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
“Suppose I say summer, write the word “hummingbird,” put it in an envelope, take it down the hill to the box. When you open… — Catherine McKenzie Copy Share Image
