Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven. Can you hear it? It's like when you put your head to the grass and you can hear the growin' and you can hear the insects. Do you like Beethoven? Malky: I could...
Stansfield: You don't like Beethoven. You don't know what you're missing. Overtures like that get my... juices flowing. So powerful. But after his openings, to be honest, he does tend to get a little fucking boring. That's why I stopped! [laughs and ...
Orphanage Headmistress: Now tell me what happened to you. Mathilda: OK. My family they got shot down by D.E.A. officers because of a drug problem. I left with the greatest guy on earth. He was a hitman, the best in town, but he died this morning. And...
1st Stansfield man: He was a pro, he was fast, he fucking came out of nowhere. [Boom] 1st Stansfield man: shoots the chinamen dead in two seconds Malky: Easy man I am a cop 1st Stansfield man: Then turns around and says something to Malky like Léon:...
The Boss: You? You're the triggerman. Slevin: Me? The Boss: You. Slevin: Aren't there professionals? People you can hire to do this sort of thing? The Boss: [laughing] Of course there are. Yes. But you owe me $96,000. Why should I go out and pay some...
Calloway: Go home Martins, like a sensible chap. You don't know what you're mixing in, get the next plane. Martins: As soon as I get to the bottom of this, I'll get the next plane. Calloway: Death's at the bottom of everything, Martins. Leave death t...
Old Rose: [about Jack drawing her naked] My heart was pounding the whole time. It was the most erotic moment of my life. Up until then, at least. Lewis Bodine: So what happened next? Old Rose: You mean, did we "do it"? Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Bod...
William Miller: Do you have to be depressed to write a sad song? Do you have to be in love to write a love song? Is a song better when it really happened to you? Like "Love Thing," where did you write that and who was it about? Russell Hammond: When ...
Da Fino: Well maybe you and me could pool our resources, you know, trade information? Professional courtesy? Compeers, you know? The Dude: Yeah, yeah, I get it, fuck off Da Fino. And stay away from my special - from my fucking lady friend, man!
We must truly listen to each other, respecting our essential brotherhood and the courage of those who try to speak, however they may differ from us in professional standing or religious belief or moral vision. We must speak and listen patiently, with...
People visit exposed and vulnerable; writers live there
He was a writer and words were his weapons.
You sure about this writer thing son?
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
It could be argued that every age gets the comfort savagery writer it deserves.
A writer should write with his eyes and a painter paint with his ears.
The writer interweaves a story with his own doubts, questions, and values. That is art.
... a writer concocts a different story for every reader.
The truth is that most writers are needy.
Writers are the custodians of memory...
The best liars lie with their eyes rather than with their words. This might put writers at a disadvantage.
