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Monologue at the beginning of film: In Amsterdam, I dreamed I saw my mother again. She was just as glad to see me as I was to see her. Same beautiful pale blue eyes. Everything would've turned out better if she had lived. As it was, she died when I was a kid. And when I lost her... I lost sight of any landmark that might've led me some place happier. You see, her death was my fault. Everybody used to tell me that it wasn't. That it was a terrible accident. Which is all perfectly true. And I don't believe a word of it. It was my fault. Just like everything that's happened since. The painting. The painting. All my fault. I lost something that should have been immortal. I didn't mean to do it. Because what I've done cannot be undone. It doesn't matter that I'm going to die. But for all time, for as long as history is written, that painting will be remembered and mourned.