Am I dreaming of death or dying of dreams?

Life was fleeing from him. She could practically see his memories switching off one by one. With each of those vanishing thoughts, parts of her were dying too. Theysay we live in the memories of those who know us, but that means we die too when those memories perish

Medieval paintings often showed a beautiful woman standing next to a skeleton representing death. Perhaps the experts were wrong. Maybe it wasn’t the skeleton but the woman who symbolised death. Beauté du Diable – even before I met her, was I thinking of Zara? If anyone had the devil’s beauty, she did.

Life’s just a movie. And some of us are in good ones and some in bad. Well, I think mine is the best there is. And this is how my movie ends.

The worst thing anyone can say is, "I don’t like my movie…I want to watch yours instead." You might as well be dead.

That was how my movie ended. How will yours?

How will your movie end?

I’ve found you again. I never stopped loving you, not ever. I swear to you, you were inside me like the beat of my own heart. I would have done anything to be with you now like this. We can’t be parted again. Promise me we’ll always be together. I love you more than life itself.

She just wanted John back again, in any condition. But it was too late, always too late, a million too lates.