The Carrion Crow and Turkey-Buzzard possess great power of recollection, so as to recognise at a great distance a person who has shot at them, and even the horse on which he rides.
I love Russell Crowe's line to Oliver Reed in 'Gladiator' where he asks him, 'Are you in danger of becoming a good man?' It's one of my favorite lines ever.
The Crows are very handsome and gentlemanly Indians in their personal appearance: and have been always reputed, since the first acquaintance made with them, very civil and friendly.
We were all on this ship in the sixties, our generation, a ship going to discover the New World. And the Beatles were in the crow's nest of that ship.
President Obama has lowered taxes more than he has raised them, and they are today lower than they were in President Reagan's time. But you don't hear conservatives crowing about that.
Eric Draven: Little things used to mean so much to Shelly- I used to think they were kind of trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial.
Eric Draven: Do you know someone named T-bird? He had a friend who shouldn't have played with knives.
Shelly Webster: I love you. Eric Draven: Say that again. Shelly Webster: I love you.
Lead Cop: They got killed on devil's night, but they were gonna get married on Halloween? Who gets married on Halloween? Albrecht: Nobody.
Top Dollar: So you're him, huh? The Avenger. The Killer of Killers. Nice outfit. I'm not sure about the face, though.
Lead Cop: What the hell do you call that? Albrecht: I call it blood, detective. I suppose you'll write it up as "graffiti".
Lead Cop: [to Albrecht] I got a goddamned vigilante killer knocking off scumbags left and right. And you're covering up for somebody!
T-Bird: Department of Housing. Code violations, safety hazards... place looks fine to me. Let's redecorate.
Max Jerry Horovitz: [to Mary] Have you ever been a communist? Have you ever been attacked by a crow or similar large bird?
Cole Sear: Instead of something I want, can it be something I don't want? Malcolm Crowe: Okay... Cole Sear: I don't wanna be scared anymore.
Malcolm Crowe: [to Anna] I would like some wine in a glass, I would not like it in a mug, I would not like it in a jug.
Cole Sear: She came a long way to visit me, didn't she? Malcolm Crowe: I guess she did.
Little Rock: No Twinkies. Tallahassee: Shit! fuck! Wichita: See, I told you we should have gone to Russell Crowe's! No one listens to me!
A Crow is known wherever he is met by his beautiful white dress, and his tall and elegant figure; the greater part of the men being six feet high.
Frank: [to a crow eating a dead body] Get out of it. [stands] Frank: Get out of it! [kicks fence]
And Death it calls as the stone crow breaks. Streaks of blood malform its face. Death becomes its withered eyes and the shadows whisper, “Lies.” Excerpt from "Lies
