Oscar: In the eyes of every woman, I could see the reflection of the next.
Oscar: She’s a man-trap! Look what she did to me!
Mimi: I want to marry you. I want to give you babies. I want to give you the rest of my life!
Oscar: I don’t want the rest of your life. I want my own.
Oscar: Have you ever truly idolized a woman? Nothing can be obscene in such love. Everything that occurs in between it becomes a sacrament.
Oscar: Everyone has a sadistic streak, and nothing brings it out better than the knowledge you’ve got someone at your mercy.
Oscar: I’d been granted a glimpse of heaven, then dumped on the sidewalk of Rue d’Assas.
Oscar: We were developing a narcotic dependence on television – the marital aid that enables a couple to endure each other, without having to talk.
Oscar: She came to see me when I got out of Intensive Care. She said, there’s bad news and there’s good news. You’re paralyzed from the waist down – permanently. OK, I said, let’s have the good news. That was the good news, she said. The bad news is that from now on, I’m taking care of you.
Oscar: What happened to your dance classes?
Mimi: Dancing has to come from the heart.
Oscar: So?
Mimi: My heart is broken.
Oscar: Nothing ever surpass the rapture of that first awakening. I might have been Adam with the taste of apple fresh in my mouth. I was looking at all the beauty in the world embodied in a single female form and I knew, with sudden blinding certainty, this was IT!
Oscar: It’s no fun hurting someone who means nothing to you.
