Sue: You’re right. Emily: Right about what? Sue: The only time I feel things is when I’m with you. Emily: She dealt her pretty words like Blades. How glittering they shone. Sue: I pushed you toward him because I wanted to escape what I was feeling, and I slept with him ‘cause I didn’t wanna feel it. There is so much that I don’t want to feel, Emily. And the biggest thing that I don’t want to feel… Emily: Is what? Hmm, is what? What is it, Sue? Just say it. Sue: Is that I’m in love with you. Emily: I don’t believe you. Sue: It’s true. Emily: It’s not true. Nothing you say to me is true. You’re not even Sue anymore. You’re a new person, a fake person. I don’t even recognize you, and everything you say to me is a lie. Sue: Emily, I love. Emily: Stop lying to me. Sue: I love you, and I felt you in the library because you’re always with me. I can’t escape from you because the only true thing I will ever feel is my love for you.
Nobody: You know who I am, and you know how I’m going to die. Emily: Yes, in the war. Nobody: In the war, seeking glory, seeking fame. I’ll leave my home and my family and go into battle. Emily: Yes, and then the bullet will hit you like a bird. Nobody: So Frazar Stearns will die to be remembered. Might have been better to be Nobody. Emily: I understand, and I will not make the same mistake. Nobody: You have wars to fight, Emily Dickinson, but you must fight them in secret, alone, unseen. You must give all the glory to yourself and ask for nothing from the world. You must be a nobody. The bravest, most brilliant nobody who ever existed.