Zlatna slova, njegovo ime budi rijeke zaspale. Svojim dahom pali vatre, iz iskri sto su ostale. I tako kruzi u meni kao plima vjecita, njezno plete moje niti i u toj igri uziva. A kada me dotakne, ja protrnem. I bogove i vragove zovem, ako mogu vrijeme da zaustave.. U mojoj dusi tisucu svijeca sja, i sve do jedne, sve do jedne on je upalio !

John: Why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you call me? I mean is that I’m not deserved any words of your explanation except that letter? You could have called me. You couldn’t have given me a chance to change your mind? Didn’t you think you owe me that?

Savannah: Because just by hearing your voice I would have changed my mind. Is that all you want to hear, John? Is that you came all the way over here for me?… You thought it’s easier for me without you? You thought every single day wasn’t a goddamn marathon in my life without you?