Boring Prophet: There shall in that time be rumors of things going astray, erm, and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things with the sort of raffia-work base, that ha...
Fred Madison: How did you meet that asshole Andy, anyway? Renee Madison: It was a long time ago. I met him at this place called Moke's. We... became friends. He told me about a job... Fred Madison: What job? Renee Madison: Ah... I don't remember. Any...
[Gandalf touches the stone surface of the walls of Moria] Gandalf: Now, let's see... Ithildin. It mirrors only starlight and moonlight. [moonlight shines on the wall, and the doors are revealed] Gandalf: It reads: The doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. S...
Sulley: How can I do this? How could I be so stupid? This could ruin the company. Mike: The company? Who cares about the company? What about us? That thing is a KILLING MACHINE! [points at Boo, who is babbling harmlessly] Mike: I bet it's waiting for...
Sam: So, I'm guessing you've never been high before. Charlie: No. No, no, no. My best friend, Michael, his dad was a big drinker, so he hated all that stuff. Parties too. Sam: Well, where is Michael tonight? Charlie: Oh, he shot himself last May. I k...
Dr. Spikowsky: How do you feel about your penis? Bree Osbourne: [giving up] It disgusts me. I don't even like looking at it. Dr. Spikowsky: What about friends? Bree Osbourne: They don't like it either. Dr. Spikowsky: No, I mean do you have the suppor...
Bruce Wayne: How are you feeling? Rachel Dawes: Where are we? Why did you bring me here? Bruce Wayne: If I hadn't, your mind would now be lost. You were poisoned. Rachel Dawes: [trying to sit up] It was... it was Dr. Crane... Bruce Wayne: [pushing he...
Jesse: Well, I was driving around with this buddy of mine, he was a big atheist, and we came to a stop, next to this homeless guy. And my buddy takes out a 100 dollar bill, and leans out the window, and he says, "Do you believe in God?". And the guy ...
On glancing over my notes of the seventy odd cases in which I have during the last eight years studied the methods of my friend Sherlock Holmes, I find many tragic, some comic, a large number merely strange, but none commonplace; for, working as he d...
I live precariously through my characters - so I want them to be loved passionately, live vibrantly, love unconditionally. Make friends they would die for - Explore unimaginable possibilities from all warps of life. And to never forget those that hel...
The only real laughter comes from despair.
I think art is more glorious than life but not more real.
What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.
Only the Gods are real.
Who knows what real really is...
Only the past is real.
Who are the real monsters?
The Apparent is the Bridge to the Real
There are no winners in real games.
The real battlefield is the realm of ideas.
I went to high school in the 1970s and was a real daydreamer and not the best student.
