God, it was hot! Forget about frying an egg on the sidewalk; this kind of heat would fry an egg inside the chicken.

What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

It's not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, always, those you trust.

You'd be surprised what people will do for money that they wouldn't do for love. Myrnin.

I think so,” she [Claire] said. “Just watch your back, okay?” “Nah, Michael’s got mine.” He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes. “I’ve got yours.

Promise me, Amelie, that you’ll crucify me with silver before you allow me to fall in love.” “I hardly think there’s any chance of that,” Amelie said. "I doubt you have the capacity.

Myrnin to Claire: "If anyone comes to bite you while I'm gone - well, try not to attract attention. Die quietly.

I'm worried he's going to ... do something crazy." "He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.

Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

See?" she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. "She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede!" "Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!

Shane talking to Claire - "In this whole screwed up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," He whispered. "I love you, Claire

Trust nature and make peace with something in your life.

Before Satan there was no sin, and before sin there was no pain.

The eleventh commandment of art: thou shalt not be boring.

I don't think balance is ever achieved in the full sense of the word.

Disaster falls on those who try hardest to avoid it.

Everyone should be able to go to a concert and enjoy music, and not feel like they're going to be harassed. That's how I see punk music.

The man that takes up religion for the world will throw away religion for the world.

That sense of what happened in Europe in World War II has shaped a lot of my views.

Weakness is something we don't like to admit we have. We hold it against people, until we experience it, and then we feel more compassion for it.

Lives are mere blips on the canvas of eternity.