“M. I. A.: I’d love to raid his wardrobe.”

“I wish I’d a knowed more people. I would of loved ‘em all. If I’d a knowed more, I would a loved more”

“I’d mentioned this odd wardrobe choice to Adrian a couple of weeks ago:
“Isn’t Dimitri hot?”
Adrian’s response hadn’t been entirely unexpected:
“Well, yeah, according to most women, at least.”

“Because that was the night I knew I loved you. That I’d really and truly fallen in love.”

“GAVRAS: I’d love to have his hair. He has very good curly, shiny hair.”

“Many years ago, I concluded that a few hair shirts were part of the mental wardrobe of every man. The president differs from other men in that he has a more extensive wardrobe.”

“There was a look of woe on his face that was almost comical. Raids, bullets, criminals… no problem. A missing duster? Crisis.”

“I talked for hours, and for the first time in my life, I could see that I’d lived two very different lives ever since I’d started school. On the ranch I’d lived a life full of love and work and warm, good feelings. At school I’d been treated with so much … physical and mental abuse that I was still filled with so much rage; it was hard for me to even think about it.”

“Love me or leave me, baby. Don't lead me on, with loving like yours? Believe me, I'm better off. I"m better off alone.”

“Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one’s ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.”