Miranda Wells: The breeze feels wonderful against my face.
Nicholas Van Ryn: The breeze must feel wonderful indeed with a face as beautiful as yours against it.
Miranda Wells: Nicholas - you do believe in God?
Nicholas Van Ryn: I believe in myself, and I am answerable to myself! I will not live according to printed mottoes like the directions on a medicine bottle.
Johanna Van Ryn: What can you possibly do up there?
Nicholas Van Ryn: Possibly? Anything from pinning butterflies to hiding an insane twin brother. Actually, I read. I hope that my explanation satisfies you?
Johanna Van Ryn: You can't imagine what it's like to be sick in this miserable, drab house.
Nicholas Van Ryn: I can't imagine that Dragonwyck could be either miserable or drab except to those who reflect misery or drabness within themselves.
Nicholas Van Ryn: You mentioned my age several times now, sir. Does it affect your confidence in me? Alexander the Great, when he was younger than I, had conquered most of the world.
Ephraim Wells: Maybe if he had been older, he'd have conquered all of it, or maybe he'd have had the sense not to try in the first place.
Ephraim Wells: There's something peculiar about a man who orders supper someplace when he's someplace else! How did he know what I wanted to eat?
Miranda Wells: But there's everything here that you could possibly want.
Ephraim Wells: Everything is what no man should ever want.
Miranda Wells: But there's everything here you could possibly want.
Ephraim Wells: Everything is what no man should ever want.
