"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot The world forgetting, by the world forgot Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned."
P: After all I have done, I should have thrown you in the river. F: Go ahead, I can swim. My brush is my weapon, my shield, my protector. The moment I saw the curve of your neck, the color of your cheek, your face was etched in my mind.