Pierre: I don't even know how to begin, I don't even know who I am

Natasha: But I can't (sleep) It's not dark enough! So many little lights. Little moons, little candles, little snowflakes, little glows.

Sonya: Nothing I see, is here, anymore

Marya: We can all play later, put away your toys

Anatole: It took me several lifetimes to get them, and now I'm in your cave in my sexy red clothes

Helene: Why don't you just go fuck all of your fucking books, and we'll see who's smarter!

Dolokhov: When I kill you, I will miss you

Bolonsky: I hATE YOU!

Mary: but I will transend, and vomit this loser out of me!

Andrei: I'm not here, no one is here

Julie Kurragina: I am not a murderer, or a crazy person, I just like honey (Me: *coughcough sad poetry*), so you'll just have to do it yourself, now go away!