‘Blade Runner’ is such a unique film. How do you describe a diamond? I don’t think you should ever touch it again.

"Good guy" or "bad guy", hero or anti hero; doesn't matter to me, what role I play, only the character have something magical.

I don't know what my appeal is. I can see I've got blue eyes and don't look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame but I can't understand the fuss.

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

Maybe you'll end up like me, a hobo with a shotgun.

I've seen attack ships on fire on the shoulder of Orion, I've seen moon beams glisten at the Ten hauser gate, all those memories, lost like tears in the rain.

Most of the real bad guys in the world are people like you and me; they're not stupid, and you can't smell their horns.

By not going to school I learned that the world is a beautiful place and needs to be discovered.

Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it gladly. Because there is no work, love, knowledge, or wisdom in the grave.

Then he releases a dove and dies while sitting in a rain storm

I don’t make the decision about what percentage of good guy or bad guy I play. For some reason, if I put my energy into the bad guy, that scares people. It’s magic.

But the truth, I realize now, is that I always hoped. Even if I knew my hope was a lie, I held on to it.

The most attractive force is a smile.

Talk of an angel and you’ll hear his wings.

All that I've lived I've forgotten, as if I'd vaguely heard it. All that I'll be reminds me of nothing, as if I'd lived and forgotten it.

Love, anger, pride and avarice all visibly move in those little orbs.

Amor animi arbitrio sumitu, non ponitur; we choose to love; we do not choose to cease loving.

I'm going to approach it as trying to do my best, but you can't do everything yourself. That's asking for bad things to happen.

Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.

Christ was vitoe magister, not scholoe; and he is the best Christian whose heart beats with the purest pulse towards heaven; not he whose head spinneth out the finest cobwebs.

Dressing up, for me, is looking like an idiot.