Brideshead Revisited

— Well, you're so mysterious about her.
— I hoped I was mysterious about everything.

— You got someone special waiting for you?
— Me? No. I've loved and lost for more than one lifetime.

I should like to bury something precious, in every place I've been happy. And then when I was old, and ugly and miserable, I could come back, and dig it up, and remember.

It's rather a pleasant change... when all your life you've had people looking after you, to have someone to look after, yourself.

A camera is a mechanical device which records a moment in time, but not what the moment means or the emotions that it evokes. Whereas a painting, however imperfect it may be, is an expression of feeling. An expression of love. Not just a copy of something...

— You're fond of wine?
— Yes, very.
— I wish I were. It's such a bond with other men.

— I act only as God directs.
— Rubbish. God's your best invention. Whatever you want, he does.

I don't mind the art. It's religion I can't stand. The Italians seem unable to paint anything half decent without putting Christ dying in it.