John Cameron Mitchell Quotes

… where they will vanish in the night and fog.

Interesting things happen in the dark . . . sometimes.

At its best, life is completely unpredictable.

I am best viewed from a distance... and at night.

I realized that we were all sort of conspiring, well, not conspiring against each other, but all this cloak and dagger stuff and I was like; what is this?

Life has a great deal up its sleeve.

You never know what's going to happen throughout the course of a season.

Night, the mother of fear and mystery, was coming upon me.

that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets

Blessed be the night, which conceals and protects things fair and foul with the same indifferent mantle.

I like surprises. I like mystery. I’m not the kind of person who goes to the writer’s room and goes, I need to know the whole story so I can prepare. No, don’t tell me anything!

I'm a dark horse, running on a dark race course

Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.

Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.

You never know . . . that's what makes life interesting.

I only work at night, generally. Usually when I work [during the day] I'll black out the windows or something.

In rain during a dark night, enter that darkness.

There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into the mist as though it would prop up the melancholy sky and protect beneath itself the faint lonely flame on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which looked like the last grave of mankind in the midst of night and loneliness.

Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.

They stared out their window at night enough to know where the darkest shadows lay, and it was to the darkest shadows they kept.

There is nothing quite so delightfully mysterious as a secret in your own backyard.

Sometimes, unexpected things can happen.

It's always good to keep people guessing.

Egnaro is a secret known to everyone but yourself. It is a country or a city to which you have never been; it is an unknown language. At the same time it is like being cuckolded, or plotted against. It is part of the universe of events which will never wholly reveal itself to you: a conspiracy the barest outline of which, once visible, will gall you forever.

Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.