I interviewed survivors, I went to Poland, saw the cities and spent time with the people and spoke to the Jews who had come back to Poland after the war and talked about why they had come back.
In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
I wanted to travel the world - I don't how that idea got in my head, but I really wanted to see the world... towns, cities, countries, I wanted to see them all.
The truth is that Oxford is simply a very beautiful city in which it is convenient to segregate a certain number of the young of the nation while they are growing up.
The Tramp: You can see now? A Blind Girl: Yes, I can see now.
Dr. Schreber: You still don't understand, John. You were never a boy. Not in this place.
Mr. Book: He's becoming like us. Mr. Wall: So we must become like him.
Pinkley: [impersonating a General] Where are you from, son? Soldier: Madison City, Missouri, sir! Pinkley: Never heard of it.
Capt. McCluskey: How's the Italian food in this restaurant? Sollozzo: Good. Try the veal, it's the best in the city. Capt. McCluskey: I'll have it.
T.E. Lawrence: I cannot fiddle but I can make a great state of a small city.
Captain Dudley Smith: Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Gothmog: [sniffs] Fear. The city is rank with it. Let us ease their suffering.
Freder: It was their hands that built this city of ours, Father. But where do the hands belong in your scheme? Joh Frederson: In their proper place, the depths.
[voiceover] John Hartigan: I take away his weapon. [shoots Junior's hand] John Hartigan: [pauses] Both of them. [shoots Junior's groin]
John Hartigan: And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God.
Dwight: The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I.
John Hartigan: Skinny little Nancy Callahan. She grew up. She filled out.
Marv: [to Kevin] I got you now, ya little bastard. Let's see you hop around now.
Marv: Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here.
John Hartigan: [pounding Yellow Bastard into floor] John Hartigan: [shouts] Eight long years, you son of a bitch!
Cop: Sir! There's no sign of the target. Marv: Here's a sign. [comes up behind cop and swings hatchet into the cop's crotch]
