The island doesn’t solve anything. It just makes unsolved things feel okay until morning.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I left him there. Some men don’t need arresting. They need the quiet realization that the floor they’re standing on is actually a trapdoor. Magnum P.I.
And in the morning, there’s always another orchid, another key, another woman in a sundress who knows exactly what she’s doing. The island doesn’t solve anything