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Haley: Someone once said that death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. I could tell you who said it, but who the hell cares.

Haley: It all just feels so fake, ya know? This idea that good things happen to good people. That there’s magic in the world, and that the meek and the righteous will inherit it. Too many good people suffer for that to be true. Too many prayers go unanswered. And every day it just gets worse. Every day we ignore how truly broken this world is, and we tell ourselves it’s all going to be okay. But it’s not going to be okay. And once you know that, there’s no going back. There’s no magic in the world…at least today there isn’t.

Nathan: We’re all crazy Hales, some of us just hide it better than others.

Julian: Maybe the movie sucks. No, I’m serious, why did I get involved with film in the first place?
Brooke: Because when you were a little boy your dad took you to see The Thin Red Line and it was the best day you ever had.

Haley: I was thinking about the finality of it all – how someone can leave your world in the blink of an eye and be gone forever. It’s too enormous to think about. It’s too hard. And then you’re just supposed to go on, like you’re supposed to just deal with it, but really you’re only supposed to be sad for as long as the flowers last and then you’re supposed to go back to telling jokes and reminiscing about the old days. I don’t have any jokes to tell, in fact I hope I don’t hear another joke for as long as I live. And the old days are just gone.

Nathan: (To Brooke) She’s always been everything to us, now it’s our turn to be her everything.

Julian: I’ve got this theory that if the phone was invented after texting people would be all like “wow, you can actually hear the person!”

Victoria: (to Haley): I know you’re in a great deal of pain right now, but I also know you’re aware of the choices you’re making. So I want you to listen to me. Then you can say something dismissive or snarky and be on your way. Sit. Please. Your mother was proud of you. And it would break her heart to know that her beautiful, kind, inspired daughter was suffering like this. I know that, because I’m a mother, too.  And so are you.  Our lives are difficult. Our losses are great sometimes. So grive. Struggle. Find your way back on your own terms and in your own way. But remember this: your mother would want you to be vibrant and inspiring in the face of her loss. She would want you to fight your pain with all you’ve got. Because that’s the daughter she raised. And that’s the daughter she loved.