
“He screams, and there’s nothing. No one rescues him. He gets held very tightly by someone he loves, and I think that’s what Ishiguro is trying to say: We have very short time here, and love as much as you can, and love as many people as you can. Hold on to the people who mean something. I think that’s a microcosm of what he’s talking about. It’s very simplistic. People say it’s much deeper or richer than that, but if you wanted to sum it up, you could probably sum it up in that way.” - Andrew Garfield
You had real love and I didn’t and I didn’t want to be the one that was left alone.
“I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all.”
look, you get the sofa and you get your ass off before i leave every morning.

He tried to shake me off, but I kept holding on, until he stopped shouting and I felt the fight go out of him. Then I realised he too had his arms around me. And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field, for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night.