Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen... Taffey Lewis presents... Miss Salome and the snake. Watch her take the pleasures from the serpent... that once corrupted man.
Deckard: [narrating] The report read "Routine retirement of a replicant." That didn't make me feel any better about shooting a woman in the back.
Bryant: You could learn from this guy, Gaff. He's a goddamned one-man slaughterhouse, that's what he is. Four more to go!
Batty: Did you get your precious photos? Leon: [shaking his head] ... Someone was there. Batty: Men? [Leon hesitates, then nods] Batty: POLICE men?
[showing Deckard photos of the Replicants] Bryant: This is Zhora. She's trained for an Off-World kick murder squad. Talk about Beauty and the Beast - she's both.
I never met a man who was shaken by a field of identical blades of grass. An acre of poppies and a forest of spruce boggle no one's mind.
And yet this self, contains Tides, continents and stars―a myriad selves, Is small and solitary as one grass-blade Passed over by the wind Amongst a myriad grasses on the prairie.
I want people who see my watches to go, 'Wow!' And the more they look at them, the more they go into it, the more I want them to say, 'Wow!' I work on a razor blade between gimmickry and amazement.
It is also more than likely that women invented that most fundamental of all material technologies, without which civilization could not have evolved: the domestication of plants and animals. In fact, even though this is hardly ever mentioned in the ...
Ezt nézd meg! - sziszegte, és kinyitotta a száját, hogy a halálra vált fogoly láthassa a fogait. Vagyis, ami megmaradt belőlük. - Látod? Látod? Ahol kitörték a felső fogakat, ott meghagyták az alsókat, ahol pedig kihúzták őket alul...
The terror takes you. The cage is locked and the curtain drawn. Fingers dance along as blades, carving memories into your flesh that will leave scars long past being healed.
Believe what you see with your eyes, trust what you hear with your ears; know what you feel with your flesh. The rest is dream and delusion.
The strongest soldier cannot balance long upon the blade that does divide his honor and his heart, and whatever way he falls, the cut will kill him.
The situation was different in the jungle. Every inch of ground had to be earned, and was done so through much exertion with the blade.
... because one kingdom goes to war with another, it does not mean all citizens of that kingdom agree with it. It is not always they have a choice.
You said you didn’t care what I thought. Or what I did. Or if I died, if I’m not mistaken." “I lied! And you know I lied, you stupid bastard!
Tragedy was like that, a razor that sliced through time, severing the now from the before, incising the what-might-have-been from reality as cleanly as any surgeon's blade.
Through all people, the Music of Love would pour, bringing light to the swords that sped through the darkness. And the light of their blades would lead the constellations to their destination.
LOOK AT MY BLOOD FLOWERS, BECAUSE I WRITE WITH A SERENE SHARP BLADE THAT SOOTHES. AS MUCH AS CUTS INTO THE DEEPEST PARTS OF MY SOUL.
The dangerous men were still asleep, their blades sheathed next to their beds. The really dangerous men had been up for hours, and their quills and ledgers were getting hard use.
And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade?
