Now I know why Sylvia Plath put her head in a toaster.

Céline: Very few people realize what it is like for an active or passionate woman to have a child. Some friends told me, "you'll see, you'll want to throw them out the window." Okay, but the truth is I never wanted to hurt them once but I thought about ending it all for myself a hundred times. I was so confused, and you were always away on a stupid book tour or because of Henry's custody shit and I didn't want to be a burden. Now I know why Sylvia Plath put her head in a toaster.

Jesse: It was an oven.

You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?

Jesse: I'm serious. I think I wrote it, in a way, to try to find you.

Celine: Okay, that's– I know that's not true, 

but that's sweet of you to say.

Jesse: I think it is true. 

What do you think were the chances of us ever meeting again?

Celine: After that December, I'd say almost zero. But we're not real anyway, right? We're just, uh, characters in that old lady's dream. She's on her deathbed, fantasizing about her youth. So of course we had to meet again.

Feeling lonely...

Even being alone it's better than sitting next to your lover and feeling lonely...

Nothing would ever change.

The pain, so unexpected and undeserved had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn't hate the cabinet door, I hated my life... My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.

I’m incapable of caring or loving

Sometimes I dream about being a good father and a good husband. 

And sometimes it feels really close. 

But then other times it seems silly like it would ruin my whole life. 

And it’s not just a fear of commitment or that 

I’m incapable of caring or loving because…

I can. It’s just that, if I’m totally honest with myself 

I think I’d rather die knowing that I was really good at something. 

That I had excelled in some way than that 

I’d just been in a nice, caring relationship.

to be loved a little more?

I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
Isn't everything we do in life a way 

to be loved a little more?

I'll just be glad when something nice happens.

I don't know, you know I always think that if I could just accept the fact

 that my life is supposed to be difficult. 

You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get 

so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad 

when something nice happens.

For two people who don't know how to be alone...

I kind of see this all love as this escape 

for two people who don't know how to be alone. 

People always talk about how love is this totally unselfish, 

giving thing, but if you think about it, there's nothing more selfish.

"Hey, I'm glad you're gone".

You know what's the worst thing about 

somebody breaking up with you? 

It's when you remember how little you thought about

 the people you broke up with and you realize that 

is how little they're thinking of you. 

You know, you'd like to think you're both in all this pain 

but they're just like "Hey, I'm glad you're gone".

Sweet-cakes and milkshakes

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash.

Oh baby with your pretty face drop a tear in my wineglass 

Look at those big eyes, see what you mean to me 

Sweet-cakes and milkshakes 

I'm a delusion angel  I'm a fantasy parade

I want you to know what I think. Don't want you to guess anymore?

You have no idea where I came from we have no idea where we're going 

Lodged in life, like branches in a river flowing downstream 

Caught in the current I carry you you'll carry me

That's how it could be, don't you know me? Don't you know me by now?

His eyes on me...

 I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away.