(after Quigley explains that the ghosts have been feeding off of their misery)Toma: So, what, we should think happy thoughts?!Duane: That is not a talent of mine.

I couldn’t wait for success ― so I went ahead without it.

It went automatically to a heavy-weight mother with beetling eyebrows who looked as if she had just come from doing a spot of knitting at the foot of the guillotine.

If they’re together long enough, every couple has one conversation over and over. This was ours.

Reunions are always fraught with awkward tensions - the necessity to account for oneself; the attempt to find, through memories, an ember of the old emotions.

It's hard to find a play that's right for me to do. Rather than waiting around for the right script to come along, I decided to write one myself.

Christmas means giving. The Father gave his Son, and the Son gave his life. Without giving there is no true Christmas, and without sacrifice there is no true worship.

The doctor is not a miracle worker who can magically save us but, rather, an expert adviser who can assist us in our own recovery.

My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown

We didn't talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn't.

It's not like I idolize this one guy Machiavelli. I idolize that type of thinking where you do whatever's gonna make you achieve your goal.