Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.

I know it is a bad thing to break a promise, but I think now that it is a worse thing to let a promise break you.

She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.

I played a role. That is what actors do. But I played it too well. I went too far. And by the time I wanted to stop, to take a bow and leave the stage, it was too late.

Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He saw what she was - fierce and brave. Upright. Impatient. And good. So good that she would sit covered in gore, shout at dangerous men, and keep a long, lonely vigil - all to save the likes of him. He realized she was a rare creature, as rare as a rose in winter.

We're not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.