Edward D. Wood, Jr.: It's a guaranteed blockbuster. Ed Reynolds: Hmm. Ah, I understand this science fiction is popular, but uh, don't the big hits always have big stars? Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Well we have a big star: Bela Lugosi. Ed Reynolds: Bela Lug...
Betty Elms: She's letting me stay here while she's working on a movie that's being made in Canada. But I guess you already know that. Well, I couldn't afford a place like this in a million years... unless, of course, I'm discovered and become a movie...
Captain Shakespeare: [whispers] Yvaine... I know what you are. [Yvaine starts] Captain Shakespeare: Have no fear, no-one on this vessel will harm you, but there are plenty who would... Your emotions give you away, Yvaine. You must learn to control th...
Just think about it. Procreation. You give to the next one down the line. That's really all we've got. Society, government, money, religion, careers, nuclear families, monogamy. These are all just highly creative socially accepted delusions that we i...
To dream of afar, to chase a star, to believe in Captain Hook. To dance with bears and have no cares, this is the magic of a book.
There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist?
Meanwhile the Cosmos is rich beyond measure: the total number of stars in the universe is greater than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.
We can't all be stars because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as I go by.
Twilight was laying claim to the cité, and the sky was a deepening shade of lavender, spangled with stars and fleecy clouds the colour of plums.
We prayed the moon would unstopper long enough to suck us through to the other side so we could see how dull the stars were at their backsides.
I can’t protect you from the stars, but I can tell you stories that may help at night when they are staring at you.
Oh yes, it hurts at times to be alone among the stars. But it hurts a lot more to be alone at a party. A lot more.
The threat of war hung on the air like a thick fog and it blinded him until he could see nothing beyond the haze. Even the stars grew faint.
A girl in a crown of stars was coming toward him, but before she could see who he was he slipped through his curtains of flesh.
She collapsed. I stepped forward and caught her. I thought of two trees nearly unrooted and leaning against each other.
But tonight, this is what I can give you. I can offer you the vault of heaven, the firmament of the stars in the sky, and me
There is no one to tell this to and yet it seems very important to get this right. The reality and what it is like to escape it. That even now it is sometimes too beautiful to bear.
So I wonder what it is this need to tell. To animate somehow the deathly stillness of the profoundest beauty. Breathe life in the telling.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
The only reason I'm friends with any of you is because I outgrew the von Trapps, one annoying Austrian at a time.
As long as you know who you are, and see what makes you happy, it doesn't matte how others see you
