Dolce novembre

Charlie Blake: Oh cut it out Sara, I love you. That means past November, past winter, past all the dumb years ahead. OK?

Sara Deever: We made an agreement, you and I, we shook hands.

Charlie Blake: Sara, kids do that.

Sara Deever: A bargain is a bargain. A sacred vow and an oath. Whoever breaks that oath must give up all memories of the other. Do you want to give up your memories of me?

Charlie Blake: No, of course I don't, and I don't have to.

Sara Deever: No, no, I know, I know you don't have to, but supposing that you did.

Charlie Blake: Sara, that's silly, I'd have no control over it. I can't just blot everything out simply because I agreed to.

Sara Deever: People must be remembered Charlie, otherwise it's as if they were never here at all. All we are are the people who remember us. If we go away, and everybody forgets we were ever here, its as if we never were.