Vid ett tillfälle var det ett ungt vårdbiträde som utan att tänka sig för sträckte ut sin hand när hon inte hade skyddshandskarna på och tråkade hans tårar.
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
With 'Sin Nombre,' there are parts that I wish were longer. And with 'Jane Eyre' especially, there were parts that I had to compress that I thought it would have been really nice to spend more time with - to spend with the characters.
It is near thirty years since He made it sure; and since that time, though there has fallen out much sin, yet I was never out of an assurance of mine interest, nor long out of sight of His presence.
But if we continue in sin, and rebel and harden our hearts, we shall become so inured and fixed in it, that it will be natural, and we shall choose it from time to time.
Who is happy with his appearance? I find many drawbacks of myself. But, each time when I visit Lourdes, I receive a lesson of reconciliation. When you see ill people or invalids around, you realize that it is a sin to complain!
Dalton Russell: Unfortunately, the further you run from your sins, the more exhausted you are when they catch up with you... and they do.
Baba: [regarding the mullahs, who teach that drinking alcohol is a sin] I piss on the beards of all those self-righteous monkeys.
Marv: That's the thing with dames, sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know.
Cardinal Roark: Kevin? Is that you? Marv: [holding up Kevin's severed head] What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest.
Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart? Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.
Becky: [after Jackie Boy pulls a gun on her] Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
Marv: [Driving while grinding a man's face against the pavement] I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball.
Yellow Bastard: [raises knife] Here it comes, it's gonna hurt. John Hartigan: You're right about that. [stabs him] John Hartigan: Sucker.
Yellow Bastard: [referring to 19-year-old Nancy] A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
John Hartigan: [beating the Yellow Bastard's head in] After a while all I'm doing is punching wet chips of bone into the floorboards. So I stop.
Marv: [Narrating, watching Kevin go downstairs] Heading down for a midnight snack... and I can guess what kind.
Dwight: He's got the drop on her! Gail: He's got squat! He's dead. He's just too damn dumb to know it.
Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know... Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
Marv: Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.
