Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
Nobody: It is strange that you do not remember any of your poetry, William Blake.
Catwoman: My mother warned me about getting into cars with strange men. Batman: This isn't a car.
Renfield: [overhearing Van Helsing discussing vampires] Isn't this a strange conversation, for people who aren't crazy?
Dracula: [to Harker] Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways. And to you there shall be many strange things.
Dr. Carter: Have you seen anything strange? Lt. Col. Bill Cage: Is he shitting me?
[last lines] Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life.
Benjamin: Mrs. Robinson, if you don't mind my saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange.
Harmonica: When you hear a strange sound, drop to the ground.
Quentin: Thank you gentlemen, lady, strange bearded thing.
To me, part of the fascinating profession of acting is to participate in all these strange situations, to try to understand all these interesting characters, fictitious or real, their human nature... It's extraordinarily fascinating.
Religion is a strange, wonderful thing. More crimes have been committed in the name of righteousness than any other notion.
I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.
I've always been attracted to romantic secondhand clothes. But my style developed as I started going to these strange raves where everybody had these very definitive costumes.
Being a monarchist - saying that one small group is born more worthy of respect than another - is just as warped and strange as being a racist.
Economics is a strange science. Our subject deals with some of the most important as well as mundane issues that impinge on the human condition.
Science fiction made me aware of how big and strange the universe was, leaving aside the whole question of aliens.
That strange feeling we had in the war. Have you found anything in your lives since to equal it in strength? A sort of splendid carelessness it was, holding us together.
Florida is a strange place: hot, beautiful, ugly. I love it here, and how nothing makes sense but still, somehow, there is a rhythm.
Isn't it strange that its easier to be gentle with the feelings of people we care less about than those of our children, whom we love so much?
When I talked to my medical friends about the strange silence on this subject in American medical magazines and textbooks, I gained the impression that here was a subject tainted with Socialism or with feminine sentimentality for the poor.
