《My Blueberry Nights》. I read it first in Chinese, on a fast-moving MRT. Then, I once read it in English, within the comfort of my home.

I've finally watched Wong Kar Wai's version of the story and it's still superbly beautiful. Not one of his best of course, but still, the images linger……

Elizabeth: "Why do you keep them? You should just throw them out."

Jeremy: "If I threw these keys aways, then those doors would be closed forever, and that shouldn't be up to me to decide. Should it?"

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Jeremy: "Life happened. Things happened. Time happened. It's pretty much the case, more or less."

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Jeremy: "Unfortunately, she loved the sunsets more than the keys and ended up disappearing into one."

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Jeremy: "When I was little, mommy used to take me to the park on the weekends. She said if ever I got lost, I just stay at one place so she'd find me."

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Elizabeth: "At the end of the night, I decided to take the longest way to cross the street."

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Elizabeth: "If I was an addict, I choose blueberry pie as my sobriety chip."

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Su-lin: "So we tried drinking our way back into love, but it never made sense in the morning."

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Elizabeth: "When you're gone, all these left behind are the memories you created in other peoples' lives, or just a couple of items on the bill."

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Elizabeth: "I wonder how you remember me ……as a girl who loves blueberry pies……or the girl with the broken heart?"

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Katya: "Sometimes even when you have the keys, those doors still can't be opened, can they?"

Jeremy: "Even if the door is opened, the person they're looking for may not be there."

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Jeremy: "A few years ago, I had a dream. It began in the summer, but was over by the following spring. In between there were many unhappy nights and there were happy days. Most of them took place in this cafe. And then one night, a door slammed in the dream and it was over."

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Elizabeth: "The past few days, I've been learning how to not trust people. And I'm glad I failed."

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Elizabeth: "Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror, to define us and tell us who we are. And each reflection makes me like myself a little more."

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Elizabeth: "It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't that hard to cross the street after all."