“I've got a blister from touching everything I see
The abyss opens up
It steals everything from me”

“I steal from every single movie ever made. If people don't like that, then tough tills, don't go and see it, all right? I steal from everything. Great artists steal, they don't do homages.”

“.

There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you've taken from me, everything I've given you, and the waste of all the time I've spent on us.”

“I'm fighting here, with everything I've got. Fight for me too.”

“Somewhere there must be
Something that's different from everything.
All that I've never thought of — think of me!”

““I thought I would be safe here.”
“You are.” For the first time, he touched her, touched her hand. “Safe from everything but paper and ink. Please. Put those down.”
“Paper and ink.” She clutched the books to her ample chest. “They’re not nothing, Alec. They’re pretty much everything to me: the embodiment of ideas, of thought—of free and open thought. Of inquiry and supposition. All of it.””

“Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.”

“(after coughing) Excuse me. I have a touch of everything.”

“I was thrilled. I loved the idea of opening everything up, of making old and secret documents available to anybody who wished to see them.”

“A religion that teaches you God is something outside the world--something separate from everything you see, smell, taste, touch, and hear--is nothing but a cheap hustle.”