Chloë Grace Moretz Monologues

Have you ever been trapped? Lost in your own body, lost in your own mind, lost in time? So desperate to escape, to just… Get out.

What else had I forgotten? What else would come back, knocking me off balance and reminding me how tenuous my grip on reality was?

How many people do you think throughout history were diagnosed as Schizophrenic, psychotic, bipolar, or… maybe just plain crazy, when they had something that could've been so easily diagnosed?

I had to learn everything from scratch. How to walk again. How to talk again. Smile. How to be a daughter. To love Stephen again. How to write. I had to learn how to exist again.

This new Susannah is a lot like the old Susannah, but she's so much stronger. Because for the very first time, I feel ready to tackle the mystery of what happened to me. To find an answer. An answer that could possibly save a life.

What? What? Why won't you stop? Do it again! Say it! I didn't think so.

This might be an adventure, and I've never had one before - outside of books, at least.

Once upon a time, I met a boy named Hugo Cabret. He lived in a train station. Why did he live in a train station, you might well ask. That's really what this book is going to be about. And about how this singular young man searched to hard to find a secret message from his Father, and how that message lead his way, all the way home.

Thank you - for the movie today. It - it was a gift.

Christina Rossetti's her name, after the poetess. Would you like me to recite? "My heart is like a singing bird, Whose nest is in a water'd shoot, My heart is like an apple tree, Whose boughs are bent with thick-set..."

There's nothing wrong with crying. Sydney Carton cries. And Heathcliff, too. In books, they're crying all the time.

"The filmmaker Georges Méliès was one of the first to realize that - films had the power - to capture dreams."

"When the train came speeding toward the screen, the audience screamed, because they thought they were in danger of being run over. No one had ever seen anything like it before."

I wonder what my purpose is? I don't know.

I think I'm halfway in love with David Copperfield.

How come you never written a song about me?

What do I have to do for a whole album?

Isn't it amazing how life is one thing and then, in an instant it becomes something else. Like here I am, Mia, the girl who thinks about the cello and Adam, and whether I get a stupid letter or not, and just like that...

There are two types of people in the world, Kim. Those who like real coffee, and those who like froufrou drinks with ridiculous names.

Yeah, well, it kind of smells like Christmas threw up in your mug.

At the age of 26, Ludwig Beethoven went deaf, ending his career as a successful concert pianist. But determined not to let a little thing like his hearing end his music career, my pal Ludwig became a composer. Turned out the new gig suited him. It's like that old saying, "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans." Take my dad. When my little brother, Teddy, was born, he quit his band to get a real job. But then he fell in love with teaching. Now he spends his days in the mosh pit that is high school English class. Or my mom, a riot girl who found her calling as a part-time travel agent and a full-time supermom. These days she only moshes with Teddy.

And then there's me. I thought I knew where I was going. I thought I had it all mapped out. Turns out, I had no idea.

I WANT IT TO BE OVER!