Character: Julia Lambert

What all men are idiots. They can't keep his dick in his pants.

I just seem to do what I can't. Hence my reputation.

To play feelings only after we overcome them.

They say women are vain; yea, they just modesty compared to men.

You don't understand one thing: acting is not life, it is art, art is something you create. Real grief is ugly; the task of the actor to represent him is not only true but also beautiful. If I had really died, how to die in the half dozen plays, I think I would take care that there is enough graceful to my body and hear my incoherent words in the last row of the gallery? Since it's a fake, no more than a Beethoven Sonata, and I am a charlatan, as a pianist who plays it.

What fools we were, if, succumbing to madness, deprived himself of the greatest happiness, which brought us friendship.

Men are creatures of habit, it helps women to keep them.

If I'm not asleep, I'll go crazy.

People never admit how much they owe.

If I imagined that they are going to afford me the liberty, I would at least have requested business cards from them.

Love really worth all of the noises around her raise.

It's better to know that you are a fool than be a fool and not know it.

- I had no idea that you're such a wonderful woman!
- Ask me, I would have told you!

People don't need a reason to do what they want. They need an excuse.