The name Crow was inspired by a number of things. I thought it would be cool to have a robot with sort of a Native American feel to it.
[Just before he stabs Tin-Tin] Eric Draven: Victims; aren't we all?
T-Bird: Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
[after being shot by Top-dollar] Eric Draven: Hehe... aw fuck... [Collapses on the ground]
Eric Draven: A whole jolly club with jolly pirate nicknames!
Top Dollar: Oh for fuck's sake, die, will ya?
Tell me what you do with the food you eat, and I'll tell you who you are. Some turn their food into fat and manure, some into work and good humor, and others, I'm told, into God. So there must be three sorts of men. I'm not one of the worst, boss, no...
we're lost where the mind can't find us utterly lost
You are not alone...please know that hope can fly in on the most unexpected of wings.
If the crow has to be shoved down your throat; maybe you should just let it fly.
Eric Draven: Take your shot, Funboy. You got me dead bang.
Top Dollar: For a ghost you bleed just fine.
Albrecht: I thought, you know, you were invincible! Eric Draven: I was. I'm not any more.
Top Dollar: I think we broke her.
[Skank is chasing T-bird in a wrecked Yugo] Skank: Holy shit! God-damned foreign cars!
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.
You can’t blame yourself for what Socrates did. Those birds came because he wanted them to come, at least a part of him did. The pissed off part. Let that roll around in your brain for a while.” Jamie considered this. “No, Eddie. The hurt part,...
it isn't that we're alone or not alone whose voice do you want mine? yours?
The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow.
Never a good sign, he thought, when the crows showed up.
I'm going to start a new career as a singer, I think. I'm going to go the way of Russell Crowe.
