[last lines] Major Motoko Kusanagi, Puppet Master: And where does the newborn go from here? The net is vast and infinite.
Project 2501: As a sentient lifeform, I hereby demand political asylum. Section 9 Department Chief Aramaki: Is this a joke?
Sonny Valerio: Now is the time to tell us everything you know about this mysterious ghostlike untraceable fuckin' button man.
Enid: Sometimes I think I'm going crazy from sexual frustration. Rebecca: And you haven't heard of the miracle of masturbation?
Enid: [a busty young blonde woman is walking down the street in their direction] What about her? Are you into girls with big tits? Seymour: Jesus!
Rebecca: [about 'Weird' Al] I want to make love to him. Enid: I'm going to tell him you said that.
Rebecca: So, what do you do if you're a Satanist anyway? Enid: Sacrifice virgins and stuff. Rebecca: Well, that lets us off the hook. [they laugh]
[spying on Seymour from across the diner] Enid: Oh my God. He just ordered a giant glass of milk. Josh: That's a vanilla milkshake.
[When asked what kind of women he likes] Seymour: Well, as long as she's not a complete imbecile and she's even remotely attractive.
Red-Haired Girl - Blues Club: Oh, if you like authentic blues, you really gotta check out Blueshammer. They are so great.
Lady Asaji Washizu: Admirable, my Lord. You, who would soon rule the world, allow a ghost to frighten you.
The blessings of the priesthood are available to every righteous man and woman. We may all receive the Holy Ghost, obtain personal revelation, and be endowed in the temple, from which we emerge 'armed' with power.
One of the rules of Greek lament poetry is that it mustn't mention the dead by name in case of invoking a ghost. Maybe the 'Iliad,' crowded with names, is more than a poem. Maybe it's a dangerous piece of the brightness of both this world and the nex...
Very few men can fall as far as I have and come back. People see me and it's like they've seen a ghost, like I'm back from the dead.
Soon or late, every dog's master's memory becomes a graveyard; peopled by wistful little furry ghosts that creep back unbidden, at times, to a semblance of their olden lives.
You come to this place, mid-life. You don’t know how you got here, but suddenly you’re staring fifty in the face. When you turn and look back down the years, you glimpse the ghosts of other lives you might have led; all houses are haunted. The wr...
There is a unique bond between the land and the people in the Crescent City. Everyone here came from somewhere else, the muddy brown current of life prying them loose from their homeland and sweeping them downstream, bumping and scraping, until they ...
You see, a witch has to have a familiar, some little animal like a cat or a toad. He helps her somehow. When the witch dies the familiar is suppose to die too, but sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes, if it's absorbed enough magic, it lives on. Maybe thi...
Those who spend the greater part of their time in reading or writing books are, of course, apt to take rather particular notice of accumulations of books when they come across them. They will not pass a stall, a shop, or even a bedroom-shelf without ...
I see ghosts like you see a normal person. Looking regular, tangible as ever and even more alive than most of the people you’ll see walking around the streets.
There are savages without God in any proper sense of the word, but none without ghosts.
