I think you owe me something for deceiving me so exquisitely.

I think a tragedy is something where the natural order of things is completely interrupted and doesn't right itself.

Alice: I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye. Dan: Since when? Alice: Now. Just now.

Thank God life ends—we'd never survive it. From Big Bang to weary shag, the history of the world. Our flesh is ferocious...our bodies will kill us...our bones will outlive us.

Everything is a version of something else.

Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye." Dan: Supposing you do still love them? Alice: You don't leave.

What's so great about the truth? Try lying for a change, it's the currency of the world.