My first novel, 'Man Walks Into a Room,' is about a man who's lost his memory and has to start a second life. On one level, it's about how we create a coherent sense of self.
Milo Tindle: You're mad! You're a bloody madman! Andrew Wyke: You are a young man dressed as a clown about to be murdered.
Mostly, I straddle reality and the imagination. My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.
You hear about constitutional rights, free speech and the free press. Every time I hear these words I say to myself, 'That man is a Red, that man is a Communist!' You never hear a real American talk like that.
Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.
I tell you the truth, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.
Fritz Wendel: Do you know what she has done to me? It's terrible! She has turned me into an honest man.
Max: The fat man, the penthouse guy, the jazz man. That leaves two. Felix: Can you finish? Max: In six years, when have I not?
Annina: Monsieur Rick, what kind of a man is Captain Renault? Rick: Oh, he's just like any other man, only more so.
The Old Man: [Watching in horror as the Bumpus hounds flee after devouring the Christmas turkey] Sons of bitches! Bumpuses!
Donnie: Why are you wearing that stupid bunny suit? Frank: Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
Conway Twill: 'Course you can't put much stock in a man who spends the most part of a conversation talkin' to a bear... talkin' to a goddamn bear.
Ambassador Trentino: I've said enough, I'm a man of few words. Rufus T. Firefly: I'm a man of one word: Scram!
John Keating: There's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.
[first lines] Richard: [narrating] God will forgive them. He'll forgive them and allow them into Heaven. I can't live with that.
Herbie: Can I help you, mate? Richard: [shrugs] Sorry? Herbie: [says aggressively] What the fuck are you looking at? Richard: [shouts] You, ya cunt!
Matthew Poncelet: It's quiet. Only three days left. Plenty of time to read my Bible and look for a loophole.
Clementine: Drink up, young man. It'll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.
John Merrick: I am not an elephant! I am not an animal! I am a human being! I am a man!
Narrator: [to Tyler, while looking at a Calvin Klein-esque ad on the bus] Is that what a real man is supposed to look like?
