Tilda Swinton

"How can you've lived for so long and still not get it? This self obsession is a waste of living. It could be spend in surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship, and dancing. You have been pretty lucky in love though, if I may say so."

"Through the mystic arts, we harness energy and shape reality. We travel great distances in an instant."

"Order is the barrier that holds back the flood of death. We must all of us on this train of life remain in our allotted station. We must each of us occupy our preordained particular position. Would you wear a shoe on your head? Of course you wouldn't wear a shoe on your head. A shoe doesn't belong on your head. A shoe belongs on your foot. A hat belongs on your head. I am a hat. You are a shoe. I belong on the head. You belong on the foot. Yes? So it is. In the beginning, order was proscribed by your ticket: First Class, Economy, and freeloaders like you. Eternal order is prescribed by the sacred engine: all things flow from the sacred engine, all things in their place, all passengers in their section, all water flowing. all heat rising, pays homage to the sacred engine, in its own particular preordained position. So it is. Now, as in the beginning, I belong to the front. You belong to the tail. When the foot seeks the place of the head, the sacred line is crossed. Know your place. Keep your place. Be a shoe."

"You missed all the real fun, like the middle age, the inquisition, ..."

Dr. Strange: "What did you do to me?"
The Ancient One: "I pushed your astral form out from your body."
Dr. Strange: "Did you put mushrooms in my tea? Was my tea drugged?"
The Ancient One: "Just tea. With honey."

Sal: "Okay, it's like this. Bugs is my boyfriend, my partner. Okay? And you are someone I just had sex with. All right?"
Richard: "Oh.. ah... that's fine. That's absolutely fine."
Sal: "Good. Now get some sleep. I may wish to have sex again before we eat breakfast."

Elizabeth Abbott: "You haven't been with many women, have you?"
Benjamin Button: "Not on Sundays."

"My friend, you suffer from the misplaced optimism of the doomed."