Quotes (from the movie and book)
So much has been said about the girls over the years, but we have never found an answer.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling.
We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
(Lyrics from Bread, "Make It with You"):

Dreams, they're for those who sleep
Life, it's for us to keep
And if you're wondering what this song is leading to
I want to make it with you.


The line went dead. Without warning, the girls had thrown their arms around us, confessed hotly into our ears, and fled the room.
Now and then, of course, as we were slowly carted into the melancholic remainder of our lives, we would stop, mostly alone, to gaze up at the whited sepulchre of the former Lisbon house.
Given Lux's failure to make curfew, everyone expected a crackdown, but few anticipated it would be so drastic.
We would never be sure of the sequence of events, we argue about it still.
The only way we could feel close to the girls was through these impossible excursions, which have scarred us forever, making us happier with dreams than wives.
But the mood felt more like guilt, like coming to attention at the last moment and too late, as though Bonnie were murmuring the secret not only of her death by of her life itself, of all the girls' lives... We had never known her. They had brought us here to find that out.
Sometimes, drained by this investigation, we long for some shred of evidence, some Rosetta stone that would explain the girls at last.
She had escaped in the car just as we expected. But she had unbuckled us, it turned out, only to stall us, so that she and her sisters could die in peace.
"She was the still point of the turning world," he told us, quoting Eliot, who's Collected Poems he had found on the shelf of the detoxification center. For the eternity that Lux Lisbon looked at him, Trip Fontaine looked back, and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive real life, still plagued him...
From five the girls had reduced themselves to four, and they were all - the living and the dead - becoming shadows.
Alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
"Five dollars gets you ten those girls are out of here by the end of the week." He was right, though not in the way he intended.
We knew that Cecilia had killed herself because she was a misfit, because the beyond called to her, and we knew that her sisters, once abandoned, felt her calling from that place, too. But even as we make these conclusions we feel our throats plugging up, because they are both true and untrue.
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