Bill Condon Quotes

There is peace more destructive of the manhood of living man than war is destructive of his material body.

Both Othello and Iago seem a bit cracked. If you spend 15 years being responsible for death and destruction, that sense of suppressed horror is strong.

I think you have to know who you are. Get to know the monster that lives in your soul, dive deep into your soul and explore it.

There never was a war that was not inward.

Don't ever go to war. Even if you win, the battle is never over inside you.

Even without them touching me, I feel dirty about what I do. Alex does even filthier things but says it all washes off with soap. I don’t believe that. I think it all leaves stains. Indelible stains.

Sweet Jesus, war does terrible things to people.

A monster lies in wait in me,a stew of wounds and misery.But fiercer still in life and limb,the me that lies in wait in him

From what may anyone be saved? Only from themselves! That is, their individual hell. They dig it with their own desires.

It's part of what we call the Shadow, all the dark parts of us we can't face. It's the thing that, if we don't deal with it, eventually poisons our lives.

Some of her self-hatred had oozed out with the blood.

There were moments when I hated everybody I came across, innocent or guilty, and looked at them as thieves who were robbing me of my life with impunity. The most unbearable misfortune is when you yourself become unjust, malignant, vile; you realize it, you even reproach yourself - but you just can't help it.

It is our own evil thoughts which madden us.

I learned that the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.

The enemy is within, and within stays within, and we can't get out of within.

But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)

When Jared smiled, his teeth were stained with fresh scarlet. "Don't you hate me?" he demanded. "I'd hate me." "You just tried to drown yourself," Ash said. "You seem to hate yourself plenty already.

God defend me from myself.

In the end you will be your own undoing. You can't escape you.

The most regular and most perfect soul in the world has but too much to do to keep itself upright from being overthrown by its own weakness.

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness, a conundrum that she couldn’t even begin to solve.

I think...she said finally, "that all of us have got our ghosts.

We could hardly believe that after so many ordeals, after all the trials of modern skepticism, there was still so much left in our souls to destroy.

Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.