I said kiss me again.” A sultry smile curved her lips. “Would that be such a difficult task to perform?”Christ almighty, she wanted him to kiss her again. And she was ordering him to do so.

Do you trust me to be strong enough…strong enough to love you in the way you need to be loved?

If one plays with fire, one should be prepared to burn, Jane.”“You say that as if I’m in danger from you.”“Maybe you are, ” Tobias growled as the scent of her invaded his nostrils...

We hurt ourselves much more than anyone can hurt us just by believing the stupid thoughts we get sometimes.

That feeling when you're so cold you'd give anything to be warm - I've had it before, literally huddled around a candle flame on an ice sheet.

If a man's at odds to know his own mind it's because he hasn't got aught but his mind to know it with.

Neither a space station nor an enlightened mind can be realized in a day.

You can't do something that is morally vacuous or dysfunctional and then write it off saying, 'It wasn't my film, I was just doing a job in it.'

The poem, in a sense, is no more or less than a little machine for remembering itself ... Poetry is therefore primarily a commemorative act.

The whole order of things is as outrageous as any miracle which could presume to violate it.

Blushing, palpitations, a bad conscience--this is what you get if you haven't sinned.

The next move is always the test.

I never wanted the ha-ha-ha laughter [at my shows]. I always aimed for the gut. I always aimed for the pretty girls in the front row, laughing and leaning over and pooting.