Jack Crawford: I remember you from my seminar at UVA. You grilled me pretty hard, as I recall, on the bureau's civil rights record in the Hoover years. I gave you an A. Clarice Starling: A-minus, Sir.
Louis: We reached the Mediterranean. I wanted those waters to be blue, but they were black, nighttime waters, and how I suffered then, straining to recall the color that in my youth I had taken for granted.
[last lines] Melina: I can't believe it, it's like a dream. What's wrong? Douglas Quaid: I just had a terrible thought... what if this is a dream? Melina: Well, then, kiss me quick before you wake up!
Richter: I want that fucker dead! Helm: I don't blame you, man. I wouldn't want a guy like Quaid porkin' my old lady. Richter: You saying she liked it? Helm: Uh... no... I'm sure she hated every minute of it.
Douglas Quaid: Well, Cohaagen, I have to hand it to you. It's the best mindfuck yet. Vilos Cohaagen: Oh, don't take my word for it. Someone you trust wants to talk to you. Douglas Quaid: Who is it this time, my mother?
Technician: Sir, the oxygen level is bottoming out in Sector G. What do you want me to do about it? Vilos Cohaagen: [as if obvious] Don't do anything. Technician: But they won't last an hour, sir. Vilos Cohaagen: Fuck 'em. It'll be a good lesson to t...
[first lines] [Doug awakens from a nightmare] Lori: Doug? Honey, are you all right? [nods] Lori: You were dreaming. Doug? Was it about Mars? [nods] Lori: [kisses him] Is that better? Douglas Quaid: Hmm. Lori: My poor baby. This is getting to be an ob...
Douglas Quaid: [after fooling Richter and company with the hologram-bracelet, Quaid reappears on the other side of the reactor-site... right in front of Cohaagen's guards] Ha ha ha, you think this is the real Quaid...? [They turn to face nothing] Dou...
David St. Hubbins: Can you play a bass line like Nigel used to on "Big Bottom"? Can you double that? You might recall the line's in fifths. Viv Savage: Oh yeah, I've got two hands here.
How noble and good everyone could be if, every evening before falling asleep, they were to recall to their minds the events of the whole day and consider exactly what has been good and bad. Then without realizing it, you try to improve yourself at th...
I wonder sometimes what the memory of God looks like. Is it a palace of infinite rooms, a chest of many jeweled objects, a long, lonely landscape where each tree recalls an eon, each pebble the life of a man? Where do I live, in the memory of God?
She was trying to find the section that described the penalties for treason. She'd browsed through the section at one point and vaguely recalled a long list of punishments culminating with the guilty party being ritually trampled to death by the popu...
As students of the silver screen recall, Bogart's admonition about future regret led Bergman to board the plane and fly away with her husband. Had she stayed with Bogey in Casablanca, she would probably have felt just fine. Not right away, perhaps, b...
There are so many reasons why I should not kiss you right now. Believe me when I tell you that only moments ago those reasons played out in my mind, but for the life of me, at this very minute, I cannot recall even one of them," Kathel said.
God is the only one who listens to her... she is the prototype of the devout woman who perseveres in prayer, convinced that it will be heard... How many favours each of us could tell of if we recalled with gratitude the gifts we have received in orde...
I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only...
In recalling my childhood I like to picture myself as a beehive to which various simple obscure people brought the honey of their knowledge and thoughts on life, generously enriching my character with their own experience. Often this honey was dirty ...
In my worst moments, all I had to do was recall the love that I felt emanating from those heavenly lights and I could press on.
It lasted just a moment, whatever that is. One held breath? An ant's afternoon? It was brief, I can promise that much, for although it's been many years now since my children ruled my life, a mother recalls the measure of the silences.
He suddenly recalled from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
They’d dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn’t remember half of what they’d said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around the...
