This world is a beautiful, horrible place. It’s spectacular.
Maybe you haven’t seen the world, Elliot, but I have, and trust me, it’s garbage. People lie, and they hurt each other. And they wear these things on their feet called Crocs.
We’re going to save the world, or whatever, and then I will have a stiff Manhattan and go to bed.
We’re all beautiful. But sometimes, we use enhancements.[to Dorothy]
Sometimes, the easiest pain to ignore is our own.
Some wounds can’t be healed with pretty words.
Lost causes aren’t lost if there’s someone to fight for them.
Looking the other way should be so much harder than it actually is.
It’s scary not to excel at something we aspire to do.
If you want the plum roles, sometimes you have to write them yourself.
I’d become a monster long before my accident.
I thought we were on the same page here. We’re the ones who don’t do anything.[to Larry]