Miles Raymond: She tell you she was married? Jack: Yeah. Miles Raymond: So what the fuck were you thinking? Jack: Wasn't supposed to be back 'til six. Fucker rolls in at five.
Stephanie: [to Jack as she is beating him with her motorcycle helmet] I hope you die! [stops beating Jack and looks at Miles] Stephanie: You too! Miles Raymond: Me?
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: A word with you, Mr. Barrie, before you go. We'll only be a few minutes. Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Boys, why don't you go and play in the garden, go on. Michael Llewelyn Davies: Is he in trouble? Because I've been alone with Grand...
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: [after James appears wearing an Indian headdress and face paint] James, we're just having some tea. You remember my mother, of course. J.M. Barrie: Yes, of course, how do you do? Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: [pauses] May I take you...
Mary Wilke: Isn't it beautiful out? Isaac Davis: Yeah, it's really so pretty when the light starts to come up. Mary Wilke: Yeah, I know. I love it. Isaac Davis: Boy, this is really a great city, I don't care what anybody s-s - it's really a knock-out...
Tracy: Let's fool around, it'll take your mind off it. Isaac Davis: Hey, how many times a night can you, how, how often can you make love in an evening? Tracy: Well, a lot. Isaac Davis: Yeah! I can tell, a lot. That's, well, a lot is my favorite numb...
Isaac Davis: I think that, under my personal vibrations, I could put her life in some kind of good order. Yale: Yeah, that's what you said about Jill, and under your personal vibrations she went from bisexuality to homosexuality. Isaac Davis: Yeah, b...
[last lines] Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's just, I thought she'd always be here. J.M. Barrie: So did I. But in fact, she is, because she's on every page of your imagination. You'll always have her there. Always. Peter Llewelyn Davies: But why did she h...
I know I've got to learn to believe in myself.
I'm sure Bonnie Blair and Dan Jansen think I'm garbage.
Do something good and your neighbor will never know, do something bad and they will hear about it a hundred miles away.
New York in the '60s was amazing.
Diphthongs are indicated by combinations of hooks and circles.
Scientology is not a white religion. It is not just for white people.
Isaac Davis: I got a kid, he's being raised by two women at the moment. Mary Wilke: Oh, y'know, I mean I think that works. Uh, they made some studies, I read in one of the psychoanalytic quarterlies. You don't need a male, I mean. Two mothers are abs...
Mary Wilke: I guess I should straighten my life out, huh? I mean, Donnie my analyst is always telling me... Isaac Davis: You call your analyst Donnie? Mary Wilke: Yeah, I call him Donnie. Isaac Davis: Donnie, your analyst? I call mine Dr. Chomsky, y'...
Miles smiled. "Can you keep a secret?" Bea snorted. "Did I tell you what you were in for if you married my daughter?" "No," Miles conceded. "Well, then," she said, as if that settled the matter.
We connect through our dreams. Like we could be a thousand miles apart and I'd still know you were there.
We’re taking it a hundred miles north. That’s a hundred miles closer to where you are. I’ve decided units and measurements of distance are bullshit. With you there are only two distances that matter: Here. Not here. You are not here.
And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.
These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
