Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s.
[Amélie hands a begger some money]
Beggar: Sorry madam, I don’t work on Sundays.
After all these years the only person I still can’t capture is the the girl with the glass of water. She’s in the middle, yet she’s outside. Maybe she’s just different.
I like to look for things no one else catches. I hate the way drivers never look at the road in old American movies.
Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. She breathes deeply. Life is simple and clear.
Life’s funny. To a kid, time always drags. Suddenly you’re fifty. All that’s left of your childhood fits in a rusty little box.