When I do film, I really take on roles and I take on characters.
I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer. " "I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian.
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Every heart has its own melody.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
We continue to be spilled on by consumerism even though we know it doesn't make us happy.
To paint things as they are requires a minute attention, and employs the memory rather than the fancy.
If a woman says, I love myself; I love my body; I'm comfortable with my life, comfortable with my mistakes, and I deserve a seat at every table and everything should be completely equal, there are guys who lose their minds.
I do not know of any sure way of making others happy as being so one's self.