Satine: What’s his type? Wilting flower? Bright and bubbly? Or smoldering temptress?
Zidler: I’d say…smoldering temptress.

“Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and then, one not so very special day, I went to my typewriter. I sat down and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The end.”

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

“I’m sorry, Christian. I…I…I’m…dying.”

“Come what may, I will love you until my dying day”

“This woman is yours now. I’ve paid my whore. I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love”

“…I know about art and love. Only because I long for it with every fiber of my being.”

“All my life you’ve made me believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me. But Christian loves me. He loves me, Harold. He loves me! And that is worth everything”

“I don’t care about the show. We love each other, and that’s all that matters”

“Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself, it always ends BAD!”

“Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you until the end of time”