Caravaggio: In Italy, there's always chickens, but no eggs. In Africa there's eggs, but never chickens. Who separated them?
Almásy: I fear Madox knows about us, he keeps mentioning Anna Karenina
Madox: I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read so much into hardly anything at all.
Almásy: Swoon. I'll catch you.
Almásy: This... this, the hollow at the base of a woman's throat, does it have an official name?
Almásy: There is no God... but I hope someone looks after you.
Almásy: What do you love most?
Almásy: It is a very plum plum.
Almásy: I just wanted you to know: I'm not missing you yet.
Caravaggio: Ask your saint who he is. Ask him whom he's killed.
Almásy: When were you most happy?
[Asked what he hates most]
Almásy: I once traveled with a guide who was taking me to Faya. He didn't speak for nine hours. At the end of it he pointed to the horizon and said, "Faya!" That was a good day.
Katharine Clifton: I'm surprised that you can sew.
Katharine: Do you think you are the only one who feels anything?
Count Laszlo de Almásy: The heart is an organ of fire.
Count Laszlo de Almásy: How can you smile, pretending as though your life hadn't capsized?
Laszlo: I once heard of a captain who wore a patch over a good eye. The men fought harder for him.
Katharine Clifton: Promise me you'll come back for me.
Katharine Clifton: Am I K in your book? I think I must be.
Count Laszlo de Almásy: I am a just a bit of toast, my friend.
Katharine Clifton: You speak so many bloody languages, and you never want to talk.
Katharine Clifton: I wanted to meet the man who could write such a long paper with so few adjectives.
Hana: There's a man downstairs. He brought us eggs. He might stay.
Count László Almásy: There is no God, but I hope someone watches over you.
Katharine Clifton: Will we be alright?
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