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I don't want to die now!... I've still got a headache! I don't want to go to heaven with a headache, I'd be all cross and wouldn't enjoy it!
—The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.
Ford: It's unpleasantly like being drunk.
Mr. L. Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based bipedal life form descended from an ape.
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.
In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
Life is wasted on the living.
I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong
May God's love be with you
I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes
May God's love be with you
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Chazz: Dude, your hand's gotta be on top.
Jimmy: No way, the girl's goes on top. Chazz: Yeah, ergo, chick. Jimmy: I'm not the girl, I'm stronger! Chazz: No, I'm stronger and don't have a vagina. —Blades of Glory (2007)
Jimmy: Get out of my face!
Jimmy: I see you got fat.
I swear to God, if you cut my head off...
Chazz: Mind-bottling, isn't it?
Chazz: The night is a very dark time for me.
Jimmy: You ruined my dreams!
Sex is like a bike without training wheels: If you try it before you're ready you're gonna fall off and break your head.
Home is behind
Mist and shadow
I'm never alone
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When you've got pain at least you know you're alive.
—Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958)
Bear in mind that wine keeps neither secrets nor promises.
When I'm a bullet shot out of a gun
When I'm a ship tossed around on the waves
An apple a day keeps anyone away... if you throw it hard enough.
I'm just standin' in the rain talkin' to myself.
See, what we got here is a failure to communicate.
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The life of a writer is absolute hell compared with the life of a businessman. The writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn't go to his desk at all there is nobody to scold him. If he is a writer of fiction he lives in a world of fear. Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not. Two hours of writing fiction leaves this particular writer absolutely drained. For those two hours he has been miles away, he has been somewhere else, in a different place with totally different people, and the effort of swimming back into normal surroundings is very great. It is almost a shock. The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it. It happens to be a fact that nearly every writer of fiction in the world drinks more whiskey than is good for him. He does it to give himself faith, hope and courage. A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it.
—Boy: Tales of Childhood by Roald Dahl
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
I'll be true
This is easy as lovers go
I'm talented at breathing
Won't you hold me now?
I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers
I want to give you whatever you need
Breathe in for luck,
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
The words are hushed.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember.
What's with this sudden choice of disorders now? You know, when I was a kid, we just had crazy people. That's it. Crazy people.
I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier. Life should be malleable and progressive; working from idea to idea permits that. Beliefs anchor you to certain points and limit growth; new ideas can't generate. Life becomes stagnant.
[after sex] And thank you for having me.
Don't feel guilty. Guilt's a wicked ghost.
Don't hurry your heart.
How long is a piece of hope?
I made a tit of myself. I'm going home. End of story.
I'm a poet; I understand the power of words.
Lately, I find myself a stranger to the Bard.
Life is confusing. Just when we think it's all over it throws a view like this at us, and we don't know where we are.
Some mysteries, I'll never understand;
Ask yourselves this question: How is a person truly free until they can think and act for themselves? God gave us free will so that we could choose His love. You see, He wanted us to understand our commitment, to be grown up about it. If you say to me, 'Am I Christian?,' I say to you: If you strive to do good, then you're a Christian. If you don't seek to hurt or betray others, you're a Christian. If you're true to yourself and treat others as you'd have them treat you, you're a Christian. The more a person parades their Christianity for the benefit of other, the less I'm inclined to trust the Christianity they claim to bring. God tells us true faith is the freedom to choose truth. Now, how you express that—the way, the manner, the means at your disposal—these things are of no consequence, be you Christian or Atheist, unless in your heart you are true.
'When the shit hits the fan, get a tent.'
The secret to life is a girl with the right box of crayons.
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I hate money.
—Empire Records (1995)
Warwick: What d'you think I've got this ring for?
Warwick: You specky little git!
Ashley: [...] if you were the prop boy, you'd just get ignored.
Wood elf, why do you cry?
Even if I did need glasses in real life, you know, I never read.
Dan: I've done it with a girl.
Dan: And she was trying to have it off with me!
Ricky: [about a condom] You've unraveled it.
Listen, I'm gonna cut to the chase, because I respect you too much to bullshit you. It's over, yeah? It's over between us. I don't want tears, that's not the kind of guy I am. You knew that going in. I just think it's better we end things now before you fall in love with me any deeper. You knew it wasn't forever. I said it was playtime, we had some laughs, but I cannot be tied down to one chick.
You're not married, you haven't got a girlfriend, and you've never watched Star Trek? Good Lord.
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Hey you know what's funny? I always thought that dogs, um, laid eggs. And I learned something today.
—Family Guy
She's like clockwork; she comes by here at the same time every day... She's late.
And I know
Don't you get it we're alive
So where's your heart at now?
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I make quick judgments, often completely wrong, and then stick by them rigidly.
—The Beach by Alex Garland
Personally, I'm a rager. I fling my joypad across the floor, clench my eyes shut, throw back my head, and yell abuse at anything within abusing distance.
Underwater had always had the qualities of a refuge for me. Calming, blinding, deafening; a perfect escape.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil, for I am the evilest motherfucker in the valley.
Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.
Mom: She could go to public school, right?
Yes I'm blue, but from holding my breath
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Why aren't we naked more often? I like being naked.
—Hallmark Card
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by from this day until the ending of the world but we in it shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother. Be he ne'er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition, and gentlemen in England now abed shall think themselves acursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks, that fought with us upon St. Crispin's day!
How's that for a slice of fried gold?
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"Come on, John Coffey, almost home."
—The Green Mile by Stephen King
I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.
"I don't know," he told Brutal. "To tell you the truth, boss, I don't know much of anything. Never have."
If it happens, God lets it happen, and when we say "I don't understand," God replies, "I don't care."
It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.
Sometimes it's better to push on through, no matter how much your mind and body may protest. Sometimes it's the only way to get through.
[...] weird love's better than no love at all.
Well, hell—judge not, lest ye be judged, the Bible says, so I'll get down off my soapbox.
What I didn't realize was how many doors the act of writing unlocks, as if my Dad's old fountain pen wasn't really a pen at all, but some strange variety of skeleton key.
—what our parents tell us when we are small seldom goes ignored, no matter how foolish it may be).
Writing is a special and rather terrifying form of remembrance, I've discovered—there is a totality to it that seems almost like rape.
You know what Mississippi is, don't you? It's the Indian word for asshole.
[...] by the time the Battle of Hogwarts was reaching its climax of clumping giants, cheering portraits, and flying wizards, I almost longed for someone to pull out a good old MAC-10 and start blasting away like Rambo.
[...] if the [writing] field is left to a bunch of intellectual Muggles who believe the traditional novel is dead, they'll kill the damn thing.
In Deathly Hallows[...], there's an awful lot of wandering around and camping in that tent [...]
The bighead academics seem to think that Harry's magic will not be strong enough to make a generation of nonreaders (especially the male half) into bookworms... but they wouldn't be the first to underestimate Harry's magic; just look at what happened to Lord Voldemort.
I felt more isolated, more simply alone, than ever in my life. It was as if I had lost the womb.
The horrors of the Inquisition are nothing compared to the fates your mind can imagine for your loved ones.
You know what talent is? The curse of expectation. As a kid you have to deal with that, beat it somehow. If you can write, you think God put you on earth to blow Shakespeare away.
[...] there is no ultimate blue ribbon. There is zero, and there is eternity, and there is mortality, but there is no ultimate.
[...] almost every writer of fiction and poetry who has ever published a line has been accused by someone of wasting his or her God-given talent.
For me writing has always been best when it's intimate, as sexy as skin on skin.
[...] high school seems the most serious business in the world to just about all of us. It's not until the second or third class reunion that we start realizing how absurd the whole thing was.
If stone-sober people can fuck like they're out of their minds—can actually be out of their minds while caught in that throe—why shouldn't writers be able to go bonkers and still stay sane?
If your work consists only of fragments and floating clauses, the Grammar Police aren't going to come and take you away.
One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you're maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones.
Sometimes these things are not accidents. I'm almost sure of it.
The idea that creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time.
[...] the writer's original perception of a character or characters may be as erroneous as the reader's. And [...] stopping a piece of work just because it's hard, either emotionally or imaginatively, is a bad idea. Sometimes you have to go on when you don't feel like it, and sometimes you're doing good work when it feels like all you're managing is to shovel shit from a sitting position.
Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don't have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.
[...] a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.
I have a real problem with bloat—I write like fat ladies diet.
"A hemorrhoid that walks like a man,"
Because accidents happen. Sometimes on purpose.
"Because perfect paranoia is perfect awareness."
—but she was afraid, and sarcasm had ever been her response to fear.
Fiddle-dee-dee, tomorrow's another day. Let it go for now, Barbie. All in good time.
Great events often turn on small wheels.
[...] if you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.
In the end, there were only two rules for living with fear (he had come to believe conquering fear was a myth), and he repeated them to himself now as he lay waiting.
She thought no poem she'd ever read had been so beautiful.
"She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog."
"She's still an idiot, but I guess at seventeen we all are."
Sleep was out of the question for now, and the worst thing you could do in a situation like that was try to flog your way into dreamland.
That was the year she had made her often vile temper her number one priority. Killing it completely would be killing part of herself, but she thought if she did not make some fundamental changes, an important part of her would remain fifteen for a long, long time.
When dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk.
[...] writing novels was pretty risky; what if you spent all that time, wrote a thousand-pager, and it sucked?
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[After Jane Goodall discovered that some chimps use tools] Now we must redefine tool, redefine man, or accept chimpanzees as humans.
—Louis Leakey, anthropologist
I'll soon be seventeen. People say life changes then, whether you like it or not.
When every sentence is simply right. When it reveals something about the world. And life. When every phrase gives you the feeling that you would have behaved or thought exactly the same way the charcter in the book does. That's when it's literature.
[...] you only bitch about the stuff you have no right to bitch about.
Don't borrow trouble.
I've begun to stop underrating solidity and overvaluing excitement.
[...] joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.
[...] according to the laws of aerodynamics it's impossible for a bumblebee to fly [...] But it flies. I like that.
If you think you understand, it isn't God.
[...] there's a kind of vanity in thinking you can nurse the world. There's a kind of vanity in goodness.
[...] what a snare and a delusion thinking you know all the answers to everything can be. Half the time I don't know what's right and what's wrong, and I learned last year that my parents don't, either.
But you're a poet, and poets are born knowing the language of angels.
[...] whenever anything goes wrong or I'm frightened I shout for God to help.
And when you get to college, major in English. The great writers are your best teachers.
Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean I'm not being followed.
I have an overfertile imagination.
Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance. The only thing it cannot be is moderately important.
I don't know if it's possible to be a writer and be normal. It's not a normal occupation, [...] I know I'm deeply neurotic, and I'm comfortable with that.
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How many is a million[...] What are there millions of? People. Pigeons. Pennies. Everybody knows what a penny dropped from the top of the Empire State Building can do. So if it started to rain pennies, millions of pennies, and these tiny bronze disks were streaking to the earth, catching the sunlight, the bronze rain would explode into the pavement and leave craters and you would run for cover. And there you would be, hiding under some overhang with everyone else who has run for cover, pressed in against the other bodies taking shelter. If it started raining money.
—Twelve by Nick McDonell
1500 years ago, everybody knew that the earth was the center of the universe. 500 years ago, everybody knew that the earth was flat. And 15 minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow.
Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to.
I'm making up the everything
It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
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Debajo de tu piel vive la luna
—Oda a la Bella Desnuda por Pablo Neruda
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It's not just about me and my dream of doing nothing. It's about all of us, together. [...]Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about mission statements.
—Office Space (1999)
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For certain, you have to be lost to find a place thats can't be found. Elseways, everyone would know where it was.
—Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (2007)
If you choose to lock your heart away, you'll lose it for good.
Dumbledore: I've got bad news, kids.
...Bother.
Harry: I feel cranky and pubescent today, and I don't know why! Rrrr. I'm gonna take it out on people I like.
Harry: My parents are dead, my life sucks, I can't hold down a girlfriend. I'm surrounded by f*ing goblins and sh*t all the time. I mean, what the f*k?
Ron: What's Harry doing?
Ron: Harry hit me!
Ron: I've found the source of the ticking! It's a pipe bomb!
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A cabbage cannot want to get across a river. It's a cabbage.
—The Ri¢hes
Hey Romy, remember Mrs. Divitz's class, there was like always a word problem. Like, there's a guy in a rowboat going x miles, and the current is going like, you know, some other miles, and how long does it take him to get to town? It's like, who cares? Who wants to go to town with a guy who drives a rowboat?
Women who yell don't need pills. Men invented pills to shut women up.
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain.
KEEP OFF THE DIRIGIBLE PLUMS
[...] blessed as I am with extraordinary brainpower, I understood everything you told me.
'Do you know what I think, Potter?' said Snape, very quietly. 'I think you are a liar and a cheat and that you deserve detention with me every Saturday until the end of term. What do you think, Potter?'
From here on in, Harry, I may be as woefully wrong as Humphrey Belcher, who believed the time was ripe for a cheese cauldron.
Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.
[...] how often this happens, even between the best of friends! Each of us believes that what he has to say is much more important than anything the other might have to contribute!
I am a wizard, not a babboon brandishing a stick.
I make mistakes like the next man. In fact, being—forgive me—rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger.
[...] let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.
Oh, come and stir my cauldron,
You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain'—'the Boy Who Scored'—whatever they call you these days.
I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books [...]
I trust Severus Snape.
Poisonous toadstools don't change their spots.
The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing [...]
Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything. Has it not occurred to you, my poor puffed-up popinjay [...]
Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young [...]
That suggests that what you fear most of all—is fear. Very wise, Harry.
Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.
There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve foot mountain troll is one of them.
[...] to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
Interviewer: Do you think Snape is a hero?
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[...] you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.
—The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
Can you tell me how it feels
So everything that doesn't fit into some stupid idea of what you think God wants you just try to hide or fix or get rid of? It's just all too much to live up to. No one fits in one hundred percent of the time. Not even you. [...]Why would God make us all so different if he wanted us to be the same?
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen... (click ellipsis to read entire article)
I think one of the most universal human experiences is feeling alone.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end
They say miracles are past, and we have our philosophical persons to make modern and familiar things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
The man that hath no music in himself,
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
I opened my eyes
I step very softly,
You've got red on you.
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I like the Christmas Jesus best, and that's who I'm prayin' to. When you say grace, you can pray to Grownup Jesus or Teenage Jesus or Bearded Jesus or whoever you want.
—Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby (2006)
I like to think of Jesus, like, with giant eagle's wings, and singing lead vocals for Lynyrd Skynyrd with, like, an angel band, and I'm in the front row, and I'm hammered drunk.
In my day, we called them degenerates, and we stoned them.
Pregnancy is one of the scariest words in the English language, right after monster and broccoli.
It is useless to meet revenge with revenge: it will heal nothing.
[...] the world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.
I think we should legalize marijuana in this country. Just so potheads have nothing to talk about anymore.
The person who won't read has no advantage over the person who can't read.
When angry, count four; when very angry, swear.
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An angel, in the book of life,
wrote down my baby's birth, and whispered as she closed the book, 'Too beautiful for earth.' —unknown
If God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds.
Well she laid her heart and soul right in your hands
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We knew that the girls were really women in disguise. That they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to make the noise that seemed to fascinate them. We knew that they knew everything about us, and that we couldn't fathom them at all.
—The Virgin Suicides (1999)
Doctor: What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets.
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I have a category of crimes that I like to refer to as 'aggravated stupid.'
—David Warren, prosecutor for Athens County, Ohio
Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart. If we could just remember this, I think there would be a lot more compassion and tolerance in the world.
I tried to discover a little something to make me sweeter
You can be young without money, but you can't be old without it.
Endurance is something that spooks and blue devils respect. And they respect all the tricks that panicky people use to outlast and outwit their panic.
Has it been so long since anyone has wanted to help you, or have you [...] Just been so much involved with a struggle in yourself that you haven't noticed when people have wanted to help you, the little they can? I know people torture each other many times like devils, but sometimes they do see and known each other, you know, and then, if they're decent, they do want to help each other all that they can.
Two unstable conditions can set a whole world on fire, can blow it up, past repair [...]
[...] you're bigger than life and twice as unnatural, honey.
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