When I went to college at the University of Nevada back in Las Vegas, I got tricked into singing in choir. The first thing we did was the Mozart 'Requiem.' That was the piece that changed my life overnight.
At the end of Requiem all I wanted to do was get a DV camera and just do a small film. But then the hunger comes back.
Marion: Getting the money's not the problem Harry. Harry Goldfarb: Then what's the problem? Marion: I don't know what I'm going to have to do to get it.
Sara Goldfarb: How come you know more about medicine than a doctor? Harry Goldfarb: Believe me, Ma: I know.
Laughing Guard: That's the trouble with ya New York dope fiends. Ya got a rotten attitude.
There are people who will always doubt you and you have to live with it. It only gets a lot worse when you have to die with it!
We are meant to love. We are meant to lose. Love is our promise of a bittersweet end, and our desperate, hopeless struggle not to hurt anyone along the way.
REQUIEM Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie: Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me:
Beautiful doesn't begin to describe it. A flower is beautiful. But this is beautiful the way that a person is beautiful- terrifying with its jagged edges, yet seductive with its crevices that hide so many secrets.
There's a sorrow and pain in everyone's life, but every now and then there's a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.
He didnt know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend.
...and he just sat back and stared at the tube, almost interested in what was happening, trying to find the ability to believe in that lie so he could believe the one within.
Marion: [after Harry tells her she's beautiful] That's nice, Harry. Other people have told me that before, and it was meaningless. When you say it, I hear it.
Harry Goldfarb: [moaning in pain] Oh Jesus Christ... I need a doctor, man... I can't take it man, my arm, MY FUCKING ARM!
Sara Goldfarb: I'm walkin' across the stage! And you should see my Harry on television. We're giving the prizes away. [bursting into tears] Sara Goldfarb: I just wanted to be on the show!
What is it like to be so free - so trapped, but so free? What kind of bird sings only when caught? What kind of slave outshines and rises above her master?
No one, she thought, had ever understood the nature of love…how love went beyond flutters in the heart, pining and yearning, or even beyond hatred and loathing. Love runs blood deep; permanent, inescapable.
Most people think that a widow is inhabiting some elegiac world of - it's like Mozart's 'Requiem Mass.' You know, it's very beautiful and elevated thoughts and some measure of dignity. I didn't have that experience at all. I had one pratfall after an...
Young Tyrone: I told you I would make it Mama. Tyrone's Mother: Oh, you don't have to make anything, my sweet, you just have to love your mother.
Tyrone C. Love: California, here we come. Harry Goldfarb: It's Florida, Ty. Florida. Tyrone C. Love: California, Florida, whatever. Either way, your pale ass is getting a tan.
I'm not a culture snob. So while, of course, I think the Mozart 'Requiem' or, say, Beethoven's 'Ninth' are some of the greatest works of art in the history of humankind, that's not to say the Beatles or Queen or Simon and Garfunkel aren't brilliant, ...
