Sometimes we have the absolute certainty there's something inside us that's so hideous and monstrous that if we ever search it out we won't be able to stand looking at it. But it's when we're willing to come face to face with that demon that we face the angel.
It's tricky when I'm constantly traveling and adjusting to new time zones and trying to also keep up with my workouts.
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?” I asked. “If I did?” “I don’t like it.” He grinned. “It stays. Angel.” He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
Mothers see the angel in us because the angel is there. If it's shown to the mother, the son has got an angel to show, hasn't he? When a son cuts somebody's throat the mother only sees it's possible for a misguided angel to act like a devil - and she's entirely right about that!
I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.
Angel exists; and I believe in angels but I'm not an angel; no one can be an angel; just we can be straight.
She wanted an Angel of Music . . . an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I'd been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not be the Angel of Music for Christine. I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel' -Erik
An angel once found a demon broken and nearly dead. The angel held out his arm to help the demond. The demond looked at the angel and asked 'Why would you save an evil demond like me?' The angel answered, 'Because without you there is no me.
I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say 'whom I am constantly shocking
Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.
Doing science fiction at a high level is tricky. It's really tricky.
Happiness is an angel with a serious face
Success is a tricky mistress. It's nice to have but it's a tricky thing to embrace.
A specter is haunting the cinema: the specter of narrative. If that apparition is an Angel, we must embrace it; and if it is a Devil, then we must cast it out. But we cannot know what it is until we have met it face to face.
The angel came, the angel saw, the angel fell.
The thing with the mustache is, it's a classic. A guy can always wear a mustache. But it's still tricky and potentially fraught with peril.