Song to Song

"I never thought I would live long. You know, I'd be an artist and die young of tuberculosis or something, like Charlotte Brontë."
[Faye laughs]

"I went through a period where sex had to be violent."

"You killed my love."

"The world wants to be deceived."

BV: "I love you."
Faye: "Say it like you mean it!"

"Slower, it's a love story."

"What part of me do you want?"
[to Cook]

"Help me. I have a condition: I can't be left alone."
[to Rhonda, his waitress]