The content of this page was created by users. It has not been screened or verified by IMDb staff.
: There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
: This is a crisis Simon, not a treat.
: I don't want to go through life like my mother, afraid that I'm not really loved, even if it meant I could go through life with you.
: Still, better all that hurt than to have known no pain; learnt nothing.
: I look a lot prettier when I'm not standing next to Rose.
: You always were wise beyond your years. Cassandra
: No I wasn't. I used to be consciously naive.
: But dreams are like a drug: the magic doesn't last and then the pain is worse than knives.
: I said I would never fall in love; I said love was a murderous thing; And it is, and I'm floating on air.
: No towel in the world is worth marrying a bearded man you hate.
: Father. 'Jacob Wrestling' was a wonderful, groundbreaking book. There was never going to be a sequel overnight! James Mortmain
: Meaning? Cassandra
: Meaning, it will come! James Mortmain
: How old are you? Cassandra
: Seventeen. James Mortmain
: And you still believe in fairy tales.
: I have put my own father back in prison.
: Is that all you think you're worth? Topaz Mortmain
: It's what I have to make my mark. Cassandra
: You've made your mark with us! Thomas. And Rose. And me. Topaz Mortmain
: But I'm not your mother.
: I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.
: Can you smell bluebells? Rose
: I can smell heaven.
: [about Simon
] You don't love him, do you? Rose
: No. I don't think I do. Shame really. Cassandra
: Well... do you want me to tell him? Rose
: Tell him what? I'm still going to marry him. Cassandra
: That's a wicked, wicked thing to do!
: You can't leave now! What am I going to tell people? Cassandra
: You're already living a lie, Rose. Tell them what the bloody hell you like. And then go home and count your peach coloured towels.
: [on being kept by an older woman
] She takes care of me, you know. With clothes and that. Besides, I don't *mind* the other part of it. It's like acting in a movie. Cassandra
: Only how do you know when you're acting and when you're not?
: I used to be consciously naive.