Character: Vanessa Ives

- You are a wise man, Mr. Chandler?
Not quite.
A wise man would run away from this house and definitely would have tried to forget the events of last night. And never looked back.
- It's like a warning.
Is the invitation.

- I need someone for night work.
- Honey, you need it all.

I love the storm: it washes away the traces of civilization, and so the truth emerges.

A happy ending we can not see. Fang will bite, and claw - tear.
There cannot be a happy end, for claw will slash and tooth will rend.

- You know what I am.
Yes. And here I am.

I know that you believe in the word of God.
- I believe that we're making ourselves who we are. And the blood on our hands, not God's.

- I want to know who I am.
- And if you don't like the answer?
It is better to know.
Wrong.

- Do you believe the past can return?
- More than that - it never leaves us.
Never?
Is what we are.

- Do not look at my future?
- And do you have it?
- Everyone has.
- Not everyone, some live only in the past.

You're pathetic. Forever hidden behind a strange mask. Are you afraid of?
- Constantly. But you know what I fear the most? Empty life.

To be beautiful means to be almost dead, isn't it?

- In the soul of each there is something, what not to bare.
But what happens if Stripping?
- It will consume us, and then we disappear and our place is a creature without control, without borders.

- What do these people, those who were elected?
- To resist banality.
- Be like everyone else. But isn't it a terrible curse, being cut off from society?
To be unusual, powerful, is that not a divine gift?
- Loneliness.
Search.
- What?
- Like yourself.
- Someone like you.
- Same exceptional.
But then you will not be unique.
- And lonely.

I always thought that, called by name the thing we are imaging it, like magic.