Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.

If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband’s murder.

To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.

I love being in love, but I also love other things, like not being jealous, overly sensitive, or needy.

She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, “Dinner was great, but I could go for dessert.

If I could bronze my love, it’d be worthy of a silver medal.

Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.

I love like I’m thirsty. Can I offer you a tall glass of Sahara sand?

I unwrapped my love for her like one might unwrap leftovers. Gotta eat up the old stuff first, as a cannibal might say in a retirement home.

We had an unspoken love for one another. Probably because she’d never talk to me or return my phone calls or texts.

I am in love, and the river is beginning to ice over. I’d better go drown myself before I freeze to death.

Pray for "all men." We usually pray more for things than we do for men. Our prayers should be thrown across their pathway as they rush in their downward course to a lost eternity.

Why have all the pieces joined together to create such a cruel fate?

The report card just told me, my teacher, my parents where my mind was at maybe 3 weeks before when they gave me a test. IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH MY POTENTIAL.

Sometimes things are most beautiful when they're coming to an end.

Love is the compass which keeps every other value from becoming lost.

Music is the emotional life of most people.

Every morning, I make myself a cappuccino with a drawing in the foam. I post them to Instagram with the hashtag #christiecappuccino.

Before I moved into the mainstream of American movies, I wrote a script as an experiment. I wanted to get very far away from the clichés about the three-act play - structure, development.

Prejudice is a seeping, dark stain, I think, more difficult to fight than hatred-which is powerful and violent and somehow more honest.

You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.