Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.

I can't tell you what's real for you. But in return, you can't say what's real for me either. I get to choose. Not you.

Ma che cos'è un sogno, Conor O'Malley?Chi può dire che non sia un sogno tutto il resto?

Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?