1:40:03
The memory of love
helps me face death without fear.
1:40:09
Death.
1:40:11
The word death is a generalization.
1:40:13
There are as many deaths
as there are people.
1:40:17
Yours won't be like mine.
1:40:25
Losing one's life, Charles...
1:40:28
the only life we'll ever have.
1:40:33
What have I done with mine?
1:40:48
Life is like an artist's studio,
1:40:53
full of half-finished sketches.
1:40:58
We sacrifice everything to fantasies
1:41:02
that vanish, one after another.
1:41:08
We betray our ambitions,
1:41:12
our dreams.
1:41:15
Our friends?
1:41:21
Friendship isn't much,
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but those who scorn it
can be the best of friends.
1:41:35
I loved life.
1:41:38
I loved the arts.
1:41:42
Now I treasure
all those old feelings.
1:41:50
They're like a collection.
1:41:54
I open up my own heart
as if it were a display cabinet.