Fox: Chaos reigns.
He: Exposure. That's the only thing that works. Everything else is just talk. You have to have to courage to stay in the situation that frightens. And then you'll learn that fear isn't dangerous.
She: Oak trees grow to be hundreds of years old. They only have to produce one single tree every hundred years in order to propagate. May sound banal to you but it was a big thing for me to realize that when I was up here with Nic. The acorns fell on the roof vent. They kept falling and falling. And die and die. And I understood that everything that used to be beautiful about Eden was perhaps hideous. Now I could hear what I couldn't hear before. The cry of all the things that are to die.
He: Acorns don't cry, you know that as well as I do. That's what fear is, thoughts distort reality. Not the other way around.
He: Nothing hurts more than to see the one that you love subjected to mistakes and wrongs.
He: What do you think is supposed to happen in the woods?
He: What I understood, was that you wanted to write alone. So you could finish your thesis.
She: But I didn't.
He: You didn't.
She: You see? You didn't even know that.
He: Why did you give up? That's not like you.
She: The whole project just seemed less important, up there. As you said, when I talked to you about my subject: 'glib.'
He: I never called your subject glib.
She: Perhaps you didn't use that word, but that's what you meant. And, all of a sudden, it was glib. Or, even worse, some kind of lie.
He: I see.
She: No, you don't see. You see a lot of things, but not that.