...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...
...I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...
Without a torch, I stumbled along the paths. The night was dismal. A partial moon hovered bitter and white on the horizon. It was the perfect night for murder.
And the blood remembers what the heart has never learned. The approach to kill. ("The Moon Of Montezuma")
On a cloudless night, inky dark, with only a rind of a moon above, the Golem and the Jinni went walking together along the Prince Street rooftops.
I need you to love me the same way the moon orbits around the earth, without intention to stop. "Confessing the heart
You’re not like other girls, you know that, right?’ Ed asks. ‘I’ve been aware of the problem,’ I tell him.
There are times, Kruppe murmurs, when celibacy born of sad deprivation becomes a boon, nay, a source of great relief.
You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you...
An important memory is like a gravitational field--the mind is compelled to return to it again and again. It is like a moon; it lives in light and shadow.
..while I was happy enough to pray to any god, knowing that they were simply different faces created by men, of one indivisible truth.
You can’t go back, Ever. You can’t change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.
Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.
No room in my world for drama, and the last thing I needed was more death. This beautiful woman would bring me both.
Slade and sex went together. He was a walking aphrodisiac, from the top of his head, to the black boots on his feet.
Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.
To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.
When we're on set, we kind of joke around, and when we're rehearsing, we change up the scenes and make each other laugh. We lighten up the mood. The blooper reel is going to be amazing on 'New Moon.'
Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon; Say a prayer for God's good grace And sleep with lore upon your face.
Captain Miller quotes Pablo Neruda to Ruby: 'As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
