Enormous Prisoner: You are in hell, little man! [punches Bruce Wayne] Enormous Prisoner: And I am the devil! [punches him again] Bruce Wayne: You're not the devil. You're practice.
Susan Vance: You're angry, aren't you? David Huxley: Yes, I am! Susan Vance: Mm-hmm. The love impulse in man frequently reveals itself in terms of conflict.
[as Bender prepares to urinate under his desk] Andrew Clark: Hey, you're not urinating in here, man. John Bender: Don't talk. Don't talk. It makes it crawl back up.
"Hoot": [speaking about the shooting earlier] Nice man, very smooth. Gordon: Single shot through the engine block. "Hoot": Shit, that's a shame. That was a nice jeep.
[after Hoot cuts in front of Blackburn in the line for food] Blackburn: Hey man, there's a line. "Hoot": I know. Blackburn: And this isn't the back of it. "Hoot": Yeah, I know.
[last lines] Will Bloom: That was my father's final joke, I guess. A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him. And in that way he becomes immortal.
Young Ed Bloom: [voice over narration] It occurred to me then, that perhaps the reason for my growth was I was intended for larger things. After all, a giant man can't have an ordinary-sized life.
Walter Sobchak: [asked to be quiet at the coffee house] Excuse me, dear? The Supreme Court has roundly rejected prior restraint! The Dude: This isn't a First Amendment issue, man.
Walter Sobchak: You know, Dude, I myself dabbled in pacifism once. Not in 'Nam of course. The Dude: Then you know he's got emotional problems, man. Walter Sobchak: You mean... beyond pacifism?
Robert the Bruce: I respect what you said, but remember that these men have lands and castles. It's much to risk. William Wallace: And the common man, who bleeds on the battlefield, does he risk less?
Ray: Where'd you get that gun? Ken: A friend of Harry's. Ray: Fuck, man. Let me see it. [Takes the gun and looks it over] Ray: Silencer, too. Nice. Mine's a bloody girl's gun.
Connor: Jeez! It's a fuckin' six-shooter. Fuck! Murphy: There's nine bodies, genius. Connor: What the fuck were you gonna do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?
[first lines] Chance the Gardener: Good morning, Louise. Louise: He's dead, Chance. The old man's dead. Chance the Gardener: I see. [Chance goes back to watching TV]
So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do not have the right to try to eliminate those means by which man tries to cleanse himself of despair.
Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have read is a social sin? If such a being does exist, surely he is an old, a very old man.
Man may be considered as having a twofold origin - natural, which is common and the same to all - patronymic, which belongs to the various families of which the whole human race is composed.
I don't think rock 'n roll is necessarily a young man's game. I think Neil Young is just as rock'n'roll now as he was in his 20s. I'd like to think we can still be edgy and challenging.
At 30 a man should know himself like the palm of his hand, know the exact number of his defects and qualities, know how far he can go, foretell his failures - be what he is. And, above all, accept these things.
There are things coming from me that I felt I wanted to talk about. My search for my own blend of spirituality, my acknowledgement of my sexuality, my being the single mother of a young man.
It is not the intelligent woman v. the ignorant woman; nor the white woman v. the black, the brown, and the red, it is not even the cause of woman v. man. Nay, tis woman's strongest vindication for speaking that the world needs to hear her voice.
I photograph artists, and some of them are very well known, but if you ask the average man on the street, 'Do you like Anselm Kiefer?' He would stare at you with a blank stare, because these are not celebrities. They are celebrated in a specific circ...
