Quotes from Guillermo del Toro

What makes a man a man? A friend of mine once wondered. Is it his origins? The way he comes to life? I don't think so. It's the choices he makes. Not how he starts things, but how he decides to end them.

Well, the first thing is that I love monsters, I identify with monsters.

Power revealed is power sacrificed. The truly powerful exert their influence in ways unseen, unfelt. Some would say that a thing visible is a thing vulnerable.

Awareness of insanity does not make one any less insane. Awareness of drowning does not make one any less of a drowning person--it only adds the burden of panic

When he looks at me, the way he looks at me... He does not know, what I lack... Or - how - I am incomplete. He sees me, for what I - am, as I am. He's happy - to see me. Every time. Every day.

But I can't be alone, can I? Of course not; I'm not that special. Anomalies like me exist all around the world. So when does an anomaly quit being an anomaly and start being just the way things happen to be? What if you and I are not the last of our kinds, but one of the first? The first of better creatures in a better wold? We can hope, can't we? That we're not of the past, but the future?

Genius is the true mystery, and at its edge--the abyss.

In consiliis nostris fatum nostrum est, the words read. "In our choices lie our fate.

It was never too late to exchange the things you believed defined you for something better.

She holds him, he holds her, they hold each other, and all is dark, all is light, all is ugliness, all is beauty, all is pain, all is grief, all is never, all is forever.

In the end, perfection is just a concept - an impossibility we use to torture ourselves and that contradicts nature.

It's important for little girls to know not every story has to be a love story and for boys to know that soldiers aren't the only ones to triumph in war.

What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? A moment of pain, perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time. Like a blurred photograph. Like an insect trapped in amber. A ghost. That's what I am.

The most intelligent of creatures," he offers softly, "often make the fewest sounds.

There are men who bloom in chaos. You call them heroes or villains, depending on which side wins the war, but until the battle call they are but normal men who long for action, who lust for the opportunity to throw off the routine of their normal lives like a cocoon and come into their own. They sense a destiny larger than themselves, but only when structures collapse around them do these men become warriors.

You deserve better than this. You deserve people who value you. You deserve to go somewhere where you can be proud of who you are.

Eons of loneliness, and then one day your ellipsis peaks toward that of another planet and there is a gasp of nearness. Wouldn't you try to make the most of it? Wouldn't you, too, combust and flare and explode if you had to?

video games are the comic books of our time... It's a medium that gains no respect among the intelligentsia".

Even if one understands that what one is doing is mad, it is indeed still madness -

There are two levels of vampirism: one is the regular vampire, which is just like it has always been; and then there's the super vampires, which are a new breed we've created.

for in the absence of God he had found Man. Man killing man, man helping man, both of them anonymous: the scourge and the blessing.

there's something about maternal love - it might just be the strongest human spiritual bond there is.

Never fly commercial. That's the moral of this story.

The butterfly does not look back upon its caterpillar self, either fondly or wistfully; it simply flies on.