Rose, you’re not crazy. You are anything but crazy.
I mean… being confused like this doesn’t qualify you for being crazy.

I was there, Dave, I could swear up and down that my own memory’s telling me that we were there, the two of us, on that deep purple planet, and that it was all real.
But…I guess it wasn’t. It was just my traumatized mind making up for the fact that I had gone blind.
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...