[Bane wrecks the CIA plane and grabs Dr Pavel] Bane: Calm down, Doctor! Now's not the time for fear. That comes later.
Bruce Wayne: Must've lost my ticket. Valet Attendant: Your wife said you were taking a cab home. Bruce Wayne: My wife?
John Blake: You made some mistakes, Miss Kyle. Selina Kyle: A girl's gotta eat. John Blake: Well, you got quite an appetite.
Lucius Fox: It has a long uninteresting name. I just took to calling it... The Bat, and yes, Mr. Wayne, it does come in black.
Catwoman: [Batman kicks a gun out of Catwoman's hand] You've gotta be kidding me! Batman: No guns, no killing. Catwoman: Where's the fun in that?
John Blake: When I spotted you, I was looking for a friend of mine, Bruce Wayne. Did they kill him? Selina Kyle: I'm not sure.
John Blake: [to Bruce Wayne] I don't know why you took the fall for Dent's murder, but I'm still a believer in the Batman.
Jim Gordon: Can I change your mind about quitting the force? John Blake: You were right, about the structures becoming shackles.
Melinda Moores: I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.
Dan: You know, I can always go eat with some other dude, hang you back up to the ceiling...
C.I.A. Director: What do you think of the girl? Jeremy: I think she's fuckin' smart. C.I.A. Director: We're all smart, Jeremy.
Angry Pakistani mob outside U.S. embassy.: Joseph Bradley go to Hell! Joseph Bradley go to Hell! Joseph Bradley go to Hell!
I was really surprised at the success of 'House of Sand and Fog,' because it is so awfully dark. Believe it or not, when writing it, I never had the word 'tragedy' in my head - I wasn't trying to write a dark book at all.
Never reject your dark side for it is part of you. Accept it and learn how to use it for good deeds, then you will be able to find inner peace.
Love is a weapon of Light, and it has the power to eradicate all forms of darkness. That is the key. When we offer love even to our enemies, we destroy their darkness and hatred...
What an unreliable thing is time--when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be...
When I first entered the school, I was all set to tie my hair in a ponytail, get a fake tan, and write my homework in pink gel ink. I was prepared to hear girls bragging nonchalantly about the BMWs and diamond earrings they recieved for their birthda...
When they had hurried to the train station with their violin cases, they had drawn almost as many stares as they would on any normal day when their hair was to their knees and sheeting behind them like red silk. A poetic fruit-seller had told them on...
Sunny laughed. "It's okay. You're right, Emma. My name is unusual, but I like to think of it as... special also." Special? Sam cocked his head as he studied Sunny. Almost all of her hair had escaped out of her ponytail now. She wore a baggy pink swea...
It's not such a huge deal when this happens at a 7-Eleven. It's pretty huge, though, when you spend the entire job interview trying not to come across like a box of hair and you come across like a box of hair.
Fear envelops bones like new skin, envelops blood with night’s skin, the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet - it is not your hair but the terror in your head, like long hair made of vertical nails, and what you see are not shattered streets,...
