"It's some sort of a fungi master plan. Looks like a collective mind dispersed over a vast landscape. This has always made me wonder... if survival has flourished so well at a single cell level, why the need to evolve to more complex forms? - Maybe, to be able to ask questions like that? - Well according to Spore, the objective is to colonize outer space. Life at a single cell level realizes that the planet won't be enough someday, and it will need to move onto others. - Wow. Who is Spore? - It's a video game."

"Monks are supposed to be celibate, then why this much intellectual masturbation in the first place?"

"One single small fungus spore does that to an ant. You have trillions of bacteria in your body. How do you know where you end, and where your environment begins."

"U for Unilateralis Cordyceps. The fungus enters an ant's body through its respiration. It invades it's brain and changes how it perceives smell, because ants do everything they do from their smell of pheromones, right? So this microscopic little fungal spore, then makes the ant climb up the stem of a plant and bite hard on a leaf, with an abnormal force. The fungus then kills the ant, and continues to grow, leaving the ant's exoskeleton intact. So, a small fungus drives an ant around as a vehicle, uses it as food and shelter and then as the ultimate monument to itself. And when the fungus is ready to reproduce, its fruiting bodies grow from the ant's head and rupture releasing the spores, letting the wind carry them to more unsuspecting food. There, our entire idea of free will down the bin."

"It gives me some kicks though, to know that, a part of me was a part of an animal once, a flame, a star. A part will become mineral, flow in a plant, sprout in a fruit, get pecked by a bird. Every atom of my body will be recycled by the universe. You think you are a person but you are a colony. A microcosm which has ten times more bacteria in its body...than it has human cells."

"We invent God, soul... heaven, afterlife...even life-imitating technology, all sorts of transcendence to cope with the idea of an absolute end. And then, we die for an idea that promises us some sort of immortality."

"I got you a gift. Alphabets. It's amazing how we imagine that just these few alphabets will someday arrange themselves in a way that everything will suddenly make perfect sense. A permutation of known words suddenly bringing forward a previously unknown meaning. It's so oppressive, this obsession with final answers."

"Aap davaai kyon nahi lete hai? ( Why don't you take the medicine? )"

"I have one which is equally terrible. Which email can attain cyber enlightenment? One that has no attachments!"

"Now that you have saved its life, will you also give it a proper upbringing and a good education? What if it was the worm's karma to just lie there and get crushed? Or worse, the worm was trying to commit suicide and you've put it in the pot, and now it has to crawl it's way back to nirvana."

"Every action or inaction leaves behind a karmic record."

"You know it should have more to do with intoxication than with drinking. (As a retort to Charvaka's comment - "I always knew monks are closet drinkers but unfortunately liver cirrhosis is going to give you away.")"

"Rituals are symbolic theatre. Once you have accepted the symbol or the truth behind the symbol, there is no need to stress on it all the time."

"All ethics must be arrived at in isolation of religious beliefs."

"Just cut down on the sentimentality a bit. We must address people's reason more."

"I guess we agree with reason, but now it’s a matter of disposition."

"There was an island and you were to be reborn as a tormentor or a slave. The tormentor would make life hell for you, will give infinite pain to you and your kin, just for his pleasure. And he had no remorse over his actions to crush his victim. Add to that there was no karma, no soul, no retribution, no being responsible for your actions. And you had to choose any one of them. Who would you be?"

"You know how you doubt sometimes if what you remember is your own experience, some dream or something somebody told you that you pictured so well that it became your own memory."

"I have to draw opinion and assurance about my own art away from what everyone else says."

"When I first started taking pictures, I was very much amused by the character of the perfumer in Suskind's novel. Just the idea of a man trying to capture every scent, starting from the people to the surroundings to experiences. You know, it was very much amusing."

"A frog once asked a centipede how is it able to walk on a hundred feet, so gracefully synchronized while the frog finds it difficult to manage even two. The centipede took a moment to analyze its own walk and was baffled. So as it tried to walk further its feet got entangled and it tripped."

"Why is it so amazing to not have any limits or doubts?"

"Off like a light, into the light!"

"Tom Arnold as Boogeyman"

"Bobcat Goldthwait as Troll"

"Sinbad as Raven"

"Howie Mandel as Sandman"

"Lynn Redgrave as Woman / Witch"

"Delta Burke as Stepmother"

"Gerald McRaney as Father"

"Alana Austin as Wood Fairy"

"Dakota Fanning as Katie"

"Thomas Curtis as Andrew"

"Taylor Momsen as Gretel"

"Jacob Smith as Hansel"

"Hang on tight, kids. It's gonna be a bumpy ride."

"Nice shorts!"

"Dwight Yoakam - Truck Driver"

"Timothy Carhart - Deputy Matt Greytack"

"J. T. Walsh - Wayne Brown/Kevin McCord"

"Lara Flynn Boyle - Suzanne Brown/Ann McCord"

"Dennis Hopper - Lyle from Dallas"

"Nicolas Cage - Michael Williams"

"All Roads Lead To Intrigue."

"Where nothing is as it seems."

"Don't piss on the seat, even if they did. It's bad luck."

"Suzanne... why you're as pretty as the Everglades. You're pretty near good enough to eat!"

"[gas needle reads empty] Story of my fuckin' life."

"After any kind of drug haul, everyone in the crew indulged. I laughed to myself as I pictured blues and Dilaudid in such great amounts on the spoon that it would literally be overflowing. Upon entering my vein, the drug would start a warm itch that would surge along until the brain consumed it in a gentle explosion. It began in the back of the neck and rose rapidly until I felt such pleasure that the whole world sympathized and took on a soft, lofty appeal. Everything was grand then. Your worst enemy -- he wasn't so bad. The ants in the grass -- they were just, you know, doin' their thing. Everything took on the rosy hue of unlimited success. You could do no wrong, and as long as it lasted, life was beautiful."