The only time you were safe was when you were dead.

If they would all sleep all the time she wouldn't mind being their mother.

She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.

She could have happily lived inside any nineteenth century novel.

Maybe this was why people filled their house with stinking cats, so they didn't notice that they were alone, so they wouldn't die without a living soul noticing.

What does it matter what people do? At the end of the day we're all dead.

Moon is a superstar to a neon lightBoth are in doubt of their lifeless plight One envies the sun, the other one’s scared But to face the dark they’re always prepared

He waited at her side, staring... hovering. She had the distinct impression this man wasn't used to being disobeyed. My, but he was an irritating sea captain.

When morality comes up against profit, it is seldom that profit loses.

If we all desire love and acceptance, shouldn't we love and accept all others?

If you have a beating heart, that's good enough.

Sure, sometimes guys pass you up in salary, and maybe it's a lesser player, but it's all based on what a team has as far as value in that person.

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

The movies that I do are in love with cinema, and I try to show that I am in love with cinema. I want them to be, in other ways, drinking from other sources.

I think there's an element where people get very comfortable in their ghetto. Which is fair enough.

What do people really believe in any more apart from sport and music?