That's how things are these days: everything must move aside to make room for the new, all the time.

Real love is to offer your life at the feet of another.

When there's nothing to see, when there are no thoughts, life comes instead.

What he was scared of was not that maybe she was a creature who survived by drinking other people's blood. No, it was that she might push him away.

But then, it's probably different when you're young.

A new life? There’s not such thing. It was only in the magazine headlines that people got a new life. Stopped drinking or taking drugs, found a new love. But the same life.

This wasn't the way he had expected his life to be. It worked, but that was about all. Happiness had got lost somewhere along the way.

No one thought of anything but themselves. My happiness, my future was the only thing you heard. Real love is to offer your life at the feet of another, and that's what people today are incapable of

For a few seconds Oskar saw through Eli's eyes. And what he saw was...himself. Only much better, more handsome, stronger than what he thought of himself. Seen with love." (Let the Right One In)

Are you OLD?" "No. I'm only twelve. But I've been that for a long time.

That's how you should be. Accept your burden and carry it, with joy.

The things you refuse to meet today always come back at you later on, usually under circumstances which make the decision twice as difficult as it originally was.

Life has a very simple plot: first you're here and then you're not.

The problem of abolishing want is not a problem in division, as the politicians so often aver; it is a problem of multiplication.

Many years ago I was part of a public health movement that raised concerns about the mercury in vaccines and about the heavy dose that infants get - used to. They don't anymore.

My mother's suicide attempts were a way to release anxiety and get attention. Some of the attempts were drug reactions she didn't even remember later on.

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.

This question is posed to mayself, am I a man who thinks he's an angel? Or an angel who thinks he's a man?

...you don't need to be technically great, because if you have a strong philosophy people will be moved by your pictures regardless.

Yes and, you know, I can't use the nice words anymore because I used to chicken out by using them. I used to call myself plus size, used to call myself chubby. I used to call myself overweight.

When I give over to somebody's vision rather than have an idea of what I need to do, it takes me to places I wouldn't have got to by myself. I'm always attracted to a strong director.