I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear.Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story.

Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.

And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future...

- The myths are dead. The gods are dead. The ghosts and ghouls and phantoms are dead. There is only the State, and the People.- No, Monsieur Robespierre. There is much more than that.

Art and disease proliferate via contagion, and similar conditions favor both.

And the way he follows you around all the time. It's like he's been taking pointers from your dog.

The pursuit of dreams is supernatural endeavours.

The one who loves the least, controls the relationship.

Training for me is a metaphor for life, period. The dedication, the determination, the desire, the work ethic, the great successes and the great failures - I take that into life.

One of the advantages of being dead, I guess, is that somebody else can edit all this.

As an actress we don't beat one another. It's whoever's right for the part.

Through the Thou a person becomes I.

With modelling, you go somewhere for 24 hours and you don't even see the city, you don't talk to people or see the culture.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.