But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.

Hope is the most treacherous thing in the world. It lifts you and lets you plummet. But as long as you're being lifted you don't worry about plummeting.

Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?

God knows what I thought! Your brain does amazing acrobatics when it doesn't want to believe something.

Don't know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do.

Von Loewe really should know me well enough by now to realize that I am not going to face my execution without a fight. Or with anything remotely resembling dignity.

Careless talk costs lives.

We are a sensational team.

There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will

It was a rather extraordinary conversation if you think about it -- both of us speaking in code. But not military code, not Intelligence or Resistance code -- just feminine code.

One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.

F*ck you guys, I'm goin' home

I wish I would have had more to do in the film. I hated to get killed so soon.

People acting together as a group can accomplish things which no individual acting alone could ever hope to bring about.

One must learn to love oneself with a wholesome and healthy love, so that one can bear to be with oneself and need not roam.

I don't take the English press seriously at all because all they want is dirt... I hate them.

I retired because I had a knee injury, my cartilage was wearing out, it was painful and I couldn't put in the four hours of practice each day that I needed to.

Only successful businesses can create and secure jobs.

When you see yourself doing something badly and nobody's bothering to tell you anymore, that's a very bad place to be. Your critics are the ones telling you they still love you and care.

I have short hands. That's why I have to bend up to notes; I can't always reach the frets.

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.