(questo film sarà probabilmente orribile. ma pazienza.)
Summer: We’ve been like Sid and Nancy for months now.
Tom: Summer, Sid stabbed Nancy, seven times with a kitchen knife, I mean we have some disagreements but I hardly think I’m Sid Vicious.
Summer: No! I’m Sid.
Tom: Oh, so, I’m Nancy…
Arthur: There are few things harder to bear than remorse.
Dexter: Remorse?
Arthur: Guilt. Remorse. It’s what separates us from the animals. Your conscience is eating away at you. But you’re gonna feel better. Confession is good for the soul.
Dexter: All the more proof I have no soul.
Does it make you sick when you look in the mirror to see how handsome you are and to know that people are disfigured?
Last came Sam. I had been thinking about this present for a long time. I think I thought about this present from the first time I really saw her. Not met her or saw her but the first time I really saw her if you know what I mean. There was a card attached.
Inside the card, I told Sam that the present I gave her was given to me by my Aunt Helen. It was an old 45 record that had the Beatles’ song “Something.” I used to listen to it all the time when I was little and thinking about grown-up things. I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and the trees behind it and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways. So, I was giving it to Sam.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower Stephen Chbosky
