Oskar: Are you a vampire? Eli: I live off blood... Yes. Oskar: Are you... dead? Eli: No. Can't you tell? Oskar: But... Are you old? Eli: I'm twelve. But I've been twelve for a long time.
Saruman: [to the army of Isengard] A new power is rising. Its victory is at hand. This night the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan. March to Helm's Deep. Leave none alive. To war!
Pintel: No reason to fret, just a prick of the finger, a few drops of blood... Twigg: No mistakes this time. He's only half Turner, we spill it all. Pintel: I guess there is reason to fret.
Sheila Broflovski: Nooo! [shoots Terrence and Phillip with a gun] Kyle: Holy shit, dude! Sheila Broflovski: Young man, you watch your mouth. [blood oozes out of Phillip's body]
Erik Lehnsherr: [Raven kisses Hank while he takes her blood to formulate a serum that would normalize their mutation appearances] Kinky, by the way, if I look like you, I wouldn't change a thing.
I have an interest in understanding evil. Who is the bad guy - the vampire who kills people and sucks their blood, or the survivalists who kill people to save their own lives? Is evil merely a creation of people? Or is there an evil nature? Or is it ...
We live in a world where finding fault in others seems to be the favorite blood sport. It has long been the basis of political campaign strategy. It is the theme of much television programming across the world. It sells newspapers. Whenever we meet a...
You can't prove Rembrandt is better than Norman Rockwell - although if you actually do prefer Rockwell, I'd say you were shunning complexity, were secretly conservative, and hadn't really looked at either painter's work. Taste is a blood sport.
I was dirt-poor. I could barely hold down a job. Eventually, though, I started getting small parts on shows like 'Smallville,' 'Supernatural'... and lots of really bad sci-fi movies. I was running around the woods in wolf contacts, covered in fake bl...
More attention and thought goes into naming a character in 'Call Of Duty' than all the work that can go into certain movies. Blood and sweat and tears go into figuring out the names because they are so important. The call signs say a lot about you. T...
Robert Ford: [Looking at Wood lying on the floor in a pool of blood with a bullet hole in his head] He's still suckin' air, but I think he's a goner.
Dallas: [looks at a pen being dissolved by alien's body fluid] I haven't seen anything like that except, uh, molecular acid. Brett: It must be using it for blood. Parker: It's got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don't dare kill it.
Seth: [singing] My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling at the zoo, / We've washed ourselves in niggers blood and all the mongrels too, / We've taken down the zog machine Jew by Jew by Jew, / The white man marches on!
Danny Archer: So, don't tell me you're here to make a difference, huh? Maddy Bowen: And you're here to make a buck? Danny Archer: I'm here for lack of a better idea. Maddy Bowen: That's a shame.
Maddy Bowen: You lost both your parents. Danny Archer: That's a polite way of putting it, ja. Mum was raped and shot and uh... Dad was decapitated and hung from a hook in the barn. I was nine... boo-hoo right?
Captain Poison: Young man, young man, listen to me. The gov'mint wants you to vote. They say "the future is in your hands." We now the future. So we take your hands! No more hands, no more voting!
[as they were encountering some child soldiers while driving] Danny Archer: Drive right at them, they'll panic. Benjamin Kapanay: No, do you know where the word "infantry" comes from, it means: Child Soldier. They're just children.
[to Longshanks] Princess Isabelle: You see? Death comes to us all. But before it comes to you, know this: your blood dies with you. A child who is not of your line grows in my belly. Your son will not sit long on the throne. I swear it.
Marty: I got a job for you. Private Detective Visser: Uh, well, if the pay's right, and it's legal, I'll do it. Marty: It's not strictly legal. Private Detective Visser: [Thinks for a second] Well, if the pay's right, I'll do it.
Abby: [referring to Marty] Fact is... he's ANAL, Ray! Ray: Hmmmmm? Abby: [pointing to her forehead] In HERE... Abby, in HERE... I'm anal. Ray: Well, I'll be damned. Abby: I couldn't believe it myself.
All stories are love stories, and there are numerous kinds of love, from the love of a mother holding her child for the first time to the love of blood that drives a psychopath, so I will always write about love, but not necessarily romance. Let the ...
