What is dying? I am standing on the seashore. A ship sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object and I stand watching her Till at last she fades from the horizon, And someone at my side says, “She is gone!” Gone where? ...
Perceptive people like you wound more easily than others. But if we’re going to work on God’s side, we have to decide to open our hearts to the griefs and pain all around us. It’s not an easy decision. A dangerous one too. And a tiny narrow doo...
A man's death makes everything certain about him. Of course, secrets may die with him. And of course, a hundred years later somebody looking through some papers may discover a fact which throws a totally different light on his life and of which all t...
The true elitists in the literary world are the ones who have become annoyed by literary ambition in any form, who have converted the very meaning of ambition so totally that it now registers as an act of disdain, a hostility to the poor common reade...
Às vezes me lembro dele. Sem rancor, sem saudade, sem tristeza. Sem nenhum sentimento especial a não ser a certeza de que, afinal, o tempo passou. Nunca mais o vi, depois que foi embora. Nunca nos escrevemos. Não havia mesmo o que dizer. Ou havia?...
(...) y todo aquello unido era el río, todas las voces, los fines, los anhelos, los sufrimientos, los placeres; el río era la música de la vida. Y cuando Siddharta escuchaba con atención al río, podía oír esa canción de mil voces; y sino escu...
...and yet the idea is hard to accept, it's so hard to succeed in making something happen, even what's been decided on and planned out, not even the will of a god seems forceful enough to manage it, if our own will is made in its semblance. It may be...
Quick, think of a marvelous excuse he’ll totally swallow. Aha!“To practice. Unlike you guys, I haven’t tried my particular talent since Granny May signed me up for belly-dancing classes when I was fifteen.”And, by the way, why the hell did I ...
Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: [narrating over a military parade in Moscow] In bourgeois terms, it was a war between the Allies and Germany. In Bolshevik terms, it was a war between the Allied and German upper classes - and which of them won was of total indi...
Caesar Flickerman: We have seen a lot of tears here tonight, but I see no tears in Johanna's eyes. Johanna, you are angry. Tell me why. Johanna Mason: Yeah, well, yes! I am angry. You know, I'm getting totally screwed over here. Caesar Flickerman: Uh...
Jack Crabb: Uh, Mr. Hickock, how many men have you... gunned down? Wild Bill Hickock: I don't rightly remember. You? Jack Crabb: Oh, about two dozen. Wild Bill Hickock: Is that a fact? Jack Crabb: [voiceover] No, it wasn't a fact. In my gunfighter pe...
Dan: Wouldn't you have some relic, an artifact, to remind you of your earlier life? Like this maybe. [holding up bone tool] John Oldman: Thrift shop. Really. John Oldman: [lecturing now] If you lived a hundred, a thousand years, would you still have ...
Scott Smith: [reading a threatening note] 'Harvey Milk will have a dream journey and nightmare to hell. A night of horror. He will be stabbed and have your genitals, cock balls and prick cut off.' I'm calling the police. Harvey Milk: They probably wr...
[Barbara is upstairs, watching Sheba and Richard having a blazing row about her affair with Steven Connolly] Barbara Covett: [voiceover] By the time I took my seat in the Gods, the opera was well into its final act. Richard Hart: You're his teacher! ...
Topher Grace: Hey Rus, let me ask you a question. Are you incorporated? Well, if not you should really think about it cos I was talking to my manager... Rusty: Bernie? Topher Grace: No, not Bernie, my business manager. You know what? They're both nam...
Frank Serpico: You know that I'm totally isolated in the department. I don't have a friend. Chief Sidney Green: Oh, don't give me that bullshit about friends. I've been putting cops away for thirty years. My name's an obscenity to every shithouse wal...
L.J. Washington: I don't really come from outer space. Jeffrey Goines: Oh. L. J. Washington. He doesn't really come from outer space. L.J. Washington: Don't mock me my friend. It's a condition of mental divergence. I find myself on the planet Ogo, pa...
[Quaid points a gun at Dr. Edgemar's head] Douglas Quaid: All right, let's say you're telling the truth and this is all a dream. I could pull this trigger and it won't matter. Dr. Edgemar: It won't make the slightest difference to me Doug, but the co...
Vilos Cohaagen: [Cohaagen has Quaid strapped into a memory machine and is about to turn him back into Hauser] Relax, Quaid. You'll like being Hauser. Douglas Quaid: The guy's a fucking asshole! Vilos Cohaagen: Not true! He's one of my best friends. B...
Lori: I love you. Douglas Quaid: Right. That's why you tried to kill me. Lori: No... I would never do anything to hurt you. I want you to come back to me. Douglas Quaid: Bullshit. Dr. Edgemar: What's bullshit, Mr. Quaid? That you're having a paranoid...
Hauser: Howdy, Quaid. If you're watching this, that means that Kuato is dead, and you led us to him. I knew that you wouldn't let me down. Sorry for all of the shit I've put you through, but hey, what are friends are for? All I want to do is wish you...
