Old Rose: A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
Old Rose: I couldn’t stop shaking. It was the most erotic moment of my life. Up until then, at least.
Old Rose: It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.
Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as when I last used it.. The reflection’s changed a bit.