It means everything. Making my father happy, that's my biggest joy.
At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.
The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.
And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.
Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.
Any guy, even imaginary, would just feel like second best. Second best to what? I don't even have an image of the perfect boyfriend. I just know he must exist. Because I have all these feelings-love, longing, wanting to be touched, dreaming of being kissed-yet no one to focus them on.
How-how can we make it against the whole world?
I suspect states are going to realize there's money to be made, and they'll start to change laws so people can distil to sell. It happened with wine, it happened with beer.
love is a hawk with velvet claws love is a rock with heart and veins love is a lion with satin jaws love is a storm with silken reins
I am really just writing about real life.
I think that the success of the film is as much about it being something that families could share as anything else.