You are my perfect fit. Yes, you were. Am I yours? Yes, I was. Have you pleased yourself with another fit? Was it perfect? Other fits, maybe. There´s no place like you. You and your lovely bones. Me in your addictive skin. There´s no place like home.
"When anything is blocking my head or there’s worry in my life, I just—whoosh—go sit on Mars or something and look back here at Earth. All you can see is this tiny speck. You don’t see the fear. You don’t see the pain. You don’t see the movie industry. You don’t see this interview. You don’t see thought. It’s just one solid speck. Then nothing really matters. It just doesn’t.”
Retirado de uma entrevista à Vanity Fair em 2000, em que "lemos" um Heath Ledger jovial e, como se vê, sábio. Uma frase que me impressionaria da mesma forma se a tivesse descoberto antes de 22 de Janeiro, esse dia triste.