In Treatment

Paul: Did he actually say that? 'I want to die'? April: No, he says he wants to turn into a cloud and float away, but he knows what would happen to him if he stepped off a building. He's not stupid. He just... He gets so tired of everything feeling so strange.

Paul: (talking about her mother) It's okay, Paul. I could handle it. I wanted to handle it. She gets overwhelmed. She needs to vent. April: So after she vents and she puts the stress, the disappointment, and the worry of her own life on your shoulders, who do you turn to? Or do you just carry it with you, your burden and hers?

Paul: Every life is... It's a constellation of choices. Nobody escapes making them.

Paul: (to April) You can't predict the future. You can't control it. The only thing you can do in relation to the future now is to decide whether or not you want to be in it.

Paul: Two minutes ago you were passed out on the couch. Now you're off to save the world. April: I'm not going to save the world. I'm going to save my brother.

Paul: It's possible to live in a world where people panic, where people let each other down, where they disappoint each other but still help each other.

Paul: (to April) So to help someone is... is torture. It's unbelievably painful. It's hell. Yeah? If you let me help you, I will hate you for it. Yeah? And I'll probably fail you anyway. Yeah?