Imman: You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place. 
Ada: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments. 
Inman: A thousand moments. They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that's real. You were always carrying a tray. 
Ada: You wouldn't come inside. 
Inman: I wouldn't come inside. 
Ada: I had to carry a tray to come out and see you. 
Inman: The way you felt when I pulled you to me. That kiss- which I kissed again everyday of my walking. 
Ada: Everyday of my waiting..