"[singing lines from The Wizard of Oz] When a man's an empty kettle,/he should be on his mettle/and yet, I'm torn apart./Just because, I'm presumin'/that I could be kind-of-human/if I only had a heart…"

"[called out by Rupert over being grumpy at work] Every day it's [salutes] 'Yes Rupert Sir', 'No Rupert Sir', 'Can I get you another beverage Rupert Sir?!' And it CHAPS MY ASS!!! So here's a helpful hint for you: SHUT UP AND LET ME DO MY WORK!! [casually dislodges boxes] I'm done!"

"What's right for most people in most situations isn't right for everyone in every situation! Real morality lies in following one's own heart."

"I like you. I even understand you some of the time. But I'm not about to invest my emotions in a machine."

"Benedict Cumberbatch – Paul Marshall"

"Vanessa Redgrave – Older Briony"

"Daniel Mays – Tommy Nettle"

"Patrick Kennedy – Leon Tallis"

"Charlie von Simson – Jackson Quincey"

"Felix von Simson – Pierrot Quincey"

"Juno Temple – Lola Quincey"

"Keira Knightley – Cecilia Tallis"

"Harriet Walter – Emily Tallis"

"James McAvoy – Robbie Turner"

"Saoirse Ronan – Briony Tallis – Age 13"

"Romola Garai – Briony Tallis – Age 18"

"Brenda Blethyn – Grace Turner"

"Paul Marshall: Bite it! You have to bite it."

"Tommy Nettle (on France): No-one speaks the fucking lingo out here. You can't say, "Pass the biscuit", or "Where's me 'and grenade?"; they just shrug. 'Cause they hate us too. I mean, that's the point: we fight in France and the French fuckin' 'ate us! Make me 'Ome Secretary and I'll sort this out in a fuckin' minute. We got India and Africa, right? Jerry can have France and Belgium and whatever else they want. 'Oo's fuckin' ever been to Poland? It's all about room, empire! They want more empire; give 'em this shit hole, we keep ours, and it's Bob's your uncle and Fanny's your fucking aunt! Think about it."

"[to Briony] Five years ago you didn’t care about telling the truth. You- all your family, you just assumed that for all my education, I was still little better than a servant, still not to be trusted!. Thanks to you, they were able to close ranks and throw me to the fucking wolves!."

"[to Briony] How old do you have to be before you know the difference between right and wrong? What are you, eighteen? Do you have to be eighteen before you bring yourself to own up to a lie? There are...soldiers of eighteen old enough to be left to die on the side of the road! Did you know that!?"

"[to Briony] I’ll be quite honest with you. I’m torn between breaking your neck here and taking you and throwing you down the stairs."

"[In a letter] Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the Surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame."

"[To Robbie] Come back, come back to me."

"[In a letter] My darling, Briony found my address somehow and sent a letter. The first surprise was she didn't go up to Cambridge. She's doing nurses' training at my old hospital. I think she may be doing this as some kind of penance.She says she's beginning to get the full grasp of what she did and what it meant. She wants to come and talk to me. I love you. I'll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me."

"[Last lines] I never made that journey to Balham. So the scene in which I confess to them is invented, imagined. And, in fact, could never have happened... .because Robbie Turner died of septicaemia at Bray Dunes on the first of June 1940, the last day of the evacuation...and I was never able to put things right with my sister Cecilia....because she was killed on the 15th of October, 1940 by the bomb that destroyed the gas and water mains above Balham tube station. So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for... and deserved. Which ever since I've... ever since I've always felt I prevented. But what sense of hope or satisfaction could a reader derive from an ending like that? So in the book, I wanted to give Robbie and Cecilia what they lost out on in life. I'd like to think this isn't weakness or... evasion... but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness."

"My doctor tells me I have something called vascular dementia; which is essentially a continuous series of tiny strokes. Your brain gradually closes down. You lose words, you lose your memory: which, for a writer, is pretty much the point. That’s why I could finally write this book; and why, of course, it’s my last novel. Strangely enough, it would be just as accurate to call it my first novel. I wrote several drafts as far back as my time at St. Thomas’s Hospital during the war. I just couldn’t ever find the way to do it."

"[writing] The princess was well aware of his remorseless wickedness. But that made it no easier to overcome the voluminous love she felt in her heart for Sir Romulus. The princess knew instinctively that the one with red hair was not to be trusted. As his young ward dived again and again into the depths of the lake, in search of the enchanted chalice, Sir Romulus twirled his luxuriant mustache. Sir Romulus rode with his two companions, northwards, drawing ever closer to an effulgent sea. So heroic in manner, he appeared so valiant in word... And no could ever guess at the darkness lurking in the black heart of Sir Romulus Turnbull. He was the most dangerous man in the world."

"I am very, very sorry for the terrible distress that I have caused you. I am very, very sorry..."

"[in a letter] Dear Cecilia, Please don't throw this away without reading it. As you'll have seen from the notepaper, I'm here at St. Thomas's, doing my nurses' training. I decided not to take up my place at Cambridge. I decided I wanted to make myself useful, do something practical. But no matter how hard I work, no matter how long the hours, I can't escape from what I did and what it meant, the full extent of which I'm only now beginning to grasp. Cee, please write and tell me we can meet. Your sister, Briony."

"Love is all very well, but you have to be sensible."

"If you write a story, you only have to say the word ‘castle’ and you can see the towers and the woods and the village below... But in a play it’s... it all depends on other people."

"What do you think it would feel like to be someone else?"

"Forest Whitaker - Amos"

"Iggy Pop - Skinny Player on Road"

"Steve Mizerak - Duke, Eddie's First Opponent"

"Grady Mathews - Dud"

"Keith McCready - Grady Seasons"

"Elizabeth Bracco - Diane at Bar"

"Alvin Anastasia - Kennedy"

"Robert Agins - Earl at Chalkie's"

"Bill Cobbs - Orvis"