I will carry my love for you, no matter where my mind leads me

Henri Gaudier:

Ah, you'll like my mother. She's wonderful. Sophie Brzeska:
I thought your mother lived in the country. Henri Gaudier:
Oh, that's my natural mother. My real mother is... [produces photograph] Sophie Brzeska:
The Louvre! Aww, rubbish. 'Pretentious townhouse full of junk stolen from savages.' Henri Gaudier:
Art is made from art. Sophie Brzeska:
That's not what you said Yesterday... Henri Gaudier:
That was yesterday! Sophie Brzeska:
Look! You said, and don't you dare tell me I'm wrong, that today's art cannot be made from anything except today! Henri Gaudier:
And where do you think today comes from, huh? Yesterday. Or do you see some clean break along the line of days stretching back from here to Babylon? Sophie Brzeska:
Look, you never say the same thing twice, boy. You change all the time. Henri Gaudier:
Yes, I change. When I lie down at night it's as if I'm going to die. When I get up in the morning, I get up as if I'm going to live forever. Sophie Brzeska:
And you expect me to fling myself into your arms for always? Hah! I know your sort, you'll be off in a week. Henri Gaudier:
I will carry my love for you, no matter where my mind leads me