I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.

Don't lose your time gazing at the spilled milk. There are other cows to milk

A man must choose his own way of life, and…it is only by following out one’s own bent that there can be the really harmonious life.” [In an interview conducted by Bram Stoker]

Someone asked me the other day what it feels like to see all my 'old stuff' reappearing, at long last, in digital. And I had to smile because to me it doesn't feel like 'old stuff.'

But why is it that in music, anything more than 5 years old - apart from a few hits - is never played on radio to the young public?

The ablest lawyers are always associated with the biggest fees.

There was something so cool about being able to carry this film [Into the Forest] together [with Ellen Page] and to play off of each other. It was like having the most worthy tennis opponent.

God is glorified not only by His glory being seen, but by its being rejoiced in.

People as old and powerful as he should never be given someone to love. For Anna he would destroy the world.

Information is just bits of data. Knowledge is putting them together. Wisdom is transcending them.

The spirits are coming back to tear your damned system of sexual slavery into tatters and consign its blackened remnants to the depth of everlasting hell.