Ian Curtis: Existence. Well, what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.
Ian Curtis: So this is permanence; love-shattered pride. What once was innocence, has turned on its side.
John Cooper Clarke: The colour scheme is fuckin' brown Everywhere in chicken town, The fuckin' pubs are fuckin' dull The fuckin' clubs are fuckin' full of fuckin' girls and fuckin' guys with fuckin' murder in their eyes, A fuckin' bloke gets fuckin' ...
Ian Curtis: I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind, and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.
Ian Curtis: When you look at your life, in a strange new room, maybe drowning soon, is this the start of it all?
Ian Curtis: I don't want to be in the band anymore. Unknown Pleasures was it. I was happy. I never meant for it to grow like this. When I'm up there, singing they don't understand how much I give and how it affects me. Now they want more. They expect...
Ian Curtis: I wish I were a Warhol silk screen hanging on the wall. Or little Joe or maybe Lou. I'd love to be them all. All New York's broken hearts and secrets would be mine. I'd put you on a movie reel, and that would be just fine.
Ian Curtis: Side effects include: drowsiness, apathy, and blurred vision... I'm taking two.
Bernard Sumner: I believe in pure... sex.
Annik Honore: Ian... Ian Curtis: Hmm? Annik Honore: I'm a little scared. Ian Curtis: Scared of what? Annik Honore: Scared of falling in love with you.
Ian Curtis: [handing Tony Wilson a piece of paper] Joy Division, you cunt!
