- Nicholi Seroff: It's very simple, we pick a woman because we think she's perfect and they pick us because they wish to make us perfect.
- John Talia Jr.: Cynics are generally right. Romantics are generally wrong. But romantics needs to be right once in his life, and that's when they chose their true love.
- DVD Menu: Sometimes to see life clearly, you have to open more then your eyes.
- Nicholi Seroff: ...common man has been removed from the process... common man has common sense, has no time for bullshit... they can spot bullshit ten miles away... and this is why there is no place for him...
- Nicholi Seroff: ...'feeling' is the enemy of the elite... you can't be smarter than them or they'll crucify you...
- Nicholi Seroff: There are no heroes, no Van Gogh, no Rembrandt, no Monet, no Renoir, no nothing.
- John Talia Jr.: I was hoping that you'd be mine.
- John (50 years old): [voice-over] Dear Carla, you were right. I was lost. But finding my way has never been so sweet or rewarding. Your words will always stay with me. Find your dreams, too. Love always, John
- John (50 years old): [voice-over] To this day, I have no idea what Nicholi said to straighten things out. But either way, it didn't matter. My father and I never talked about the events of that summer ever again.
- John (50 years old): [voice-over] I never went to college. I studied at the museum instead. Mostly art. But I minored in life.
- [last lines]
- John (50 years old): [voice-over] That's how I like to remember him: his brush dancing across the canvas like a ballerina dancing across the stage. I'd like to tell you that Nicholi lived many more years, that I'd given him some kind of gift or remembrance of what he once was. But I think that'd be too big an assumption for me to make, and perhaps a bit of a lie. Nicholi passed away that spring. With his passing, a part of me died along with him. I gave up painting for several years. I heard later that he gave the house to Carla. She designed most of it anyway, and I think they both knew it was going to end up that way. Other interests would lead me west. But the older I got, the more Nicholi's thoughts came back to guide me, and all the gifts he'd given me. I still see trees as rooted men, or nudes dancing on a hillside, or the clouds as a place where angels hide. It took me years to realize that Nicholi wasn't really gone; that all this time he was still here, living inside of me, patiently waiting to take the journey shared, but most of all for me to keep a promise that I made to myself a very long time ago: that Nicholi's heart would be my home all the days of my life.
- John (50 years old): [voice-over] We took to the field that morning. He was like a different person. He showed me everything and more, opened up a floodgate of knowledge. A lifetime of secrets rushed forward like a mountain stream. I began to see yellows, ochres, oranges, reds everywhere. It was amazing what he could do. In just a few seconds, he could turn something flat into something that seemed alive. He showed me how to get a sky to vibrate.
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