But you have read Madame Bovary?' (I'd never heard of her books.) 'No.
Nina: [on the phone] He picked me, mommy! I'm the new swan queen!
Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you’re afraid of them.
Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs.
Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.
And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?
Technical things are getting more mechanical. Take 'Swan Lake,' the Black Swan pas de deux. Now, my goodness, they're turning not just 32 fouettes - but double or triple pirouettes.
[first lines] Nina Sayers: I had the craziest dream last night. I was dancing the White Swan.
C.A. Swan: Smart, aren't you? Tony Wendice: No, not really. I've just had time to think things out. Put myself in your position. That's why I know you're going to agree. C.A. Swan: What makes you think I'll agree? Tony Wendice: For the same reason th...
...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.
[...]after spending so long with someone [...] they eventually begin to see through all of the things you think you're hiding from them so well.
I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.
Boyd 'Bible' Swan: Wait until you see it. Norman Ellison: See what? Boyd 'Bible' Swan: What a man can do to another man.
If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.
My guess is that he remembers some of me, some of us together, and the rest rolled off him like topsoil in a flash flood.
Nina: It's about a girl who gets turned into a swan and she needs love to break the spell, but her prince falls for the wrong girl so she kills herself.
Hamilton Swan: I remember what I was drinking when I met you. It was a grande espresso. Meg Swan: That's right. And I thought that was really sexy.
Tony Wendice: One thousand pounds in cash. C.A. Swan: For a murder? Tony Wendice: For a few minutes work, that's all it is. And no risk, I guarantee. That ought to appeal to you. You've been skating on pretty thin ice. C.A. Swan: I don't know what yo...
Nina: I came to ask for the part. Thomas Leroy: The truth is when I look at you all I see is the white swan. Yes you're beautiful, fearful, and fragile. Ideal casting. But the black swan? It's a hard fucking job to dance both. Nina: I can dance the b...
Fear is a prison in which we place ourselves. You need only to press against the bars to realize that the door is always unlocked, and you are always free to leave.
Disco's are tricky. You look a total wally if you dance too early but after one crucial song tips the disco over, you look a sad saddo if you don't.
