We’re all extras in others’ movies. Why not be the stars?

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.

I’m not in your movie. You’re in mine.

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?

Greg realised these weren’t his closing images at all. They were the opening images of the new movie of his life, the movie he’d be happy to watch on an infinite loop. His life would be a collection of the most wondrous pearls scattered over a beach of gold in this new Eden. He’d have to polish every moment, to make each gleam and shine like a perfect mirror because he might be seeing himself reflected back in those mirror moments. Forever.