That happens a lot with Shakespeare. The women go after what they want; the men wind up suckered into things.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

It's okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.