There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.

The only obligation any artist can have is to himself. His works means nothing, otherwise. It has no meaning.

So, if you look at what's common among some of the companies I have, including the Four Seasons, NewsCorp, George V, the Plaza, these are all irreplaceable brands in their own fields.

Our life seems cursed to be a wiggle merely, and a wandering without end.

Do you remember you shot a seagull? A man came by chance, saw it and destroyed it, just to pass the time.

The moderation of fortunate people comes from the calm which good fortune gives to their tempers.

Fashion you can buy, but style you possess.

I just think with acting, there's not a time limit on it.

There's so much great TV and I always thought it would be such a fun little sideway to make money and then not have to worry about my films making a lot of money.

I bought it, I read it, and I heeded its advice. I remain unabducted.

If soot stains your tunic, dye it black. This is vengeance.