Well aren’t we Miss Self-Sufficient USA!

Despite everything, it’s still you.

When the world gets ugly enough—a woman will do anything for her family. The part that’s already living.

Marlene watches from the wall Her mocking smile says it all She records the rise and fall Of every man who's been here But the only one here now is me

When a good con woman dies, it’s usually because she starts believing her own lies. She finds something good and wants it to continue. She keeps it going, thinking she can juggle it. One day more, she tells herself.

A lot of people ask 'Why do you continue to manifest yourself, despite the constant vitriol you experience?' and I'm like 'Well why would I deny the world my beauty?'

I hope they bloom for you.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

Do you believe that if you take care of enough people, that eventually, someone will notice and decide to take care of you?

I am at my best when I am escaping.

Myth is not a mirror but a prism; rather than reflecting real life directly, myth, like Greek art, manipulates and shuffles material to provide views of Greek culture.

He had always done what seemed to want doing, the next thing to be done, without asking questions, without forcing himself, without worrying about it.

KATE: What kind of person do you think I am? SUN: A person who makes hard decisions when she has to. Like you did on the freighter... you did what you had to do. And if you hadn't we probably all would've died.

What use are flowers?!... Ah, but the uses of flowers are infinite!

Let them escape… only to reveal it had all been planned, all executed according to the jailor’s design, so the prisoner would know that the will of Incrasticism confined them not just in the cell but in the whole world: all the empire a prison, and your own mind the jailer.

And all I can say is holy shit, Leon. I don’t even know how you keep doing it. But you saved me again. Like clockwork.

There are thoughts I've never been able to put into words but my heart is always, always whispering them. Just as yours does.

COLE: She said you came to the place where they buried her. Asked her a question? She said the answer is... 'Every day.' What did you ask? LYNN: Do... Do I make her proud?

Dead is dead. You don’t come back from that. Not even here.

You could be the most important person in reality. So could lots of people.