Character: Dorian Gray. Page 3

You're still alive...
Quite possibly, I'm immortal.

I always knew that my guns will penetrate you, but I didn't think it would be a sword.

- Harry! Sibyl vane is sacred for me!
- Only the sacred things worth touching, Dorian.

Why am I suffering not as much as would like? Do I have no heart?

People should not take vengeance, it is the work of the Lord God.

You taught me that life must burn like fire. But its light doesn't blind me, and the flame does not burn. I fire, I fire.

The pleasure is very different from happiness. I mean, some things are more precious because they don't last forever...

We are slaves of fate, of enchantment, kings, and desperate men, in whose lives the disease poison. So the spell of the poppy can lull us, and we sleep the sleep of the dead. And when this dream is over, we will Wake up in eternity and disappear. Die death itself.

All I can see is in decline: religion is the fashionable substitute faith, art is a disease, love is an illusion.

- .... Women give to men the very gold of their lives.
But they invariably want it back in such very small change.

Everyone lives as he wants and pays for it himself.

Life gives people in the best case one single unique moment, and the secret of happiness in that this instant repeated as often as possible.

Sometimes what we think is dead, long wants to die.

I sickeningly tired women in love. Women hate it much more interesting.