Your education or your life, Claire. I'd rather you be alive and a little bit dumber.

What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

It's not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, always, those you trust.

You'd be surprised what people will do for money that they wouldn't do for love. Myrnin.

I think so,” she [Claire] said. “Just watch your back, okay?” “Nah, Michael’s got mine.” He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes. “I’ve got yours.

Promise me, Amelie, that you’ll crucify me with silver before you allow me to fall in love.” “I hardly think there’s any chance of that,” Amelie said. "I doubt you have the capacity.

Myrnin to Claire: "If anyone comes to bite you while I'm gone - well, try not to attract attention. Die quietly.

I'm worried he's going to ... do something crazy." "He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.

Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

See?" she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. "She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede!" "Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!

Shane talking to Claire - "In this whole screwed up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," He whispered. "I love you, Claire

I will never have greater respect than for the man that realizes he was wrong and graciously admits it without a single excuse.

No one told you to call your band Salacious Mold, my friend." "We're Millennium Lint now," Simon protested

I will never write a sequel to anything that I will ever write.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

I don't like to date so much as I just like to kind of, you know, run into somethin', man.

Times have changed, but people don't change. That's why ON THE ROAD has never been irrelevant.

Home again, I can groan, scratch, and talk to myself.

There is nothing worse than bad drunk acting.

Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.

It is impossible for capitalists and laborers to have common interests.