I thought that for a long while, but you chose me, and then you chose him, and choosing is hard - one choice is never the end of the story.

You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

And as we watched, the Tsar of Death lifted up his eyelids like skirts and began to dance in the streets of Leningrad.

Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Just remember that the only question in a house is who is to rule. The rest is only dancing around that, trying not to look it in the eye.

Men die. It's practically what they're for.

First, the avid student must be aware that when the world was young it knew only seven things: water, life and death, salt, night, birds and the length of an hour.

In both marriage and war you must cut up the things people say like a cake and eat only what you can stomach.

No, not like this, when I have not seen you without your skin on, when I know nothing, when I am not safe. Not you, whose name all my nightmares know.

I know you loved both he and I, the way a mother can love two sons. And no one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

This is a new year. A new beginning. And things will change.

Everything you need for better future and success has already been written. And guess what? All you have to do is go to the library.

True tolerance is not a total lack of judgment. It's knowing what should be tolerated, and refusing to tolerate that which shouldn't.

You can't please everyone, and trying to is the kiss of death. I don't care about Wayne Newton's demographics. When I do, I'll know that it's time to quit.

A story never looks as good as when the other fellow buys it.

My hope is to never act again and just do press.

I don't break the law* made for crooks, when I take away my own property - thus I am not obliged to conform to the law made for murderers when I deprive myself of my own life.

A body came flying out and landed at my feet. At first I thought it was Billy so I picked him up. But when I saw it wasn't I dropped him back down.

The heart that is conscious of its own integrity is ever slow to credit another´s treachery.