Always Posted 26 March 2004 in with No comments

Dorinda He’s too beautiful. He’s too much twisted steel and sex appeal. I can’t be with a guy that looks like I won him in a raffle.

Pete Boy, what a jerk I turned out to be. Dead! And now I’m sitting in the woods, getting my hair cut.

Pete The love we hold back is the only pain that follows us here.

Holiday Posted 26 March 2004 in with No comments

Johnny Maybe what you need is some time out from what you’ve been doing, you know, day in, day out.
Linda You mean from what I’ve not been doing days in, please, years out.

Linda She asks me if I like him! My dear girl, do you realize that life walked into this house this morning?

Johnny There’s a conspiracy against you and me. A vested interest. They won’t let you have any fun and they won’t give me time to think.

Linda It’s still your right, isn’t it? You know where you want to go, don’t you?

Linda I feel alive and I love it. I feel at last like something’s happening to me.

Johnny I suppose the fact is I love feeling free inside even better than I love you.

Linda His little dream may fall flat, you think. Well, so it may, what if it should? There’ll be another. Oh, I’ve got all the faith in the world in Johnny. Whatever he does is alright with me. If he wants to dream for a while, he can dream for a while, and if he wants to come back and sell peanuts, oh! How I’ll believe in those peanuts!

The Philadelphia Story Posted 26 March 2004 in with No comments

Tracy I’m going crazy. I’m standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy.

Mike Oh Tracy darling…
Tracy Mike…
Mike What can I say to you? Tell me, darling.
Tracy Not anything - don’t say anything. And especially not ‘darling.’

Tracy I’ll be yare now, I promise to be yare!
Dexter Be whatever you like, you’re my redhead.

Tracy The time to make up your mind about people is never.

Margaret We both might face the fact that neither of us has proved to be a very great success as a wife.
Tracy We just picked the wrong first husband.

George You’re like some marvelous, distant, well, queen, I guess. You’re so cool and fine and always so much your own. There’s a kind of beautiful purity about you, Tracy, like, like a statue.
Tracy George-
George Oh, it’s grand, Tracy. It’s what everybody feels about you. It’s what I first worshipped you for from afar.
Tracy I don’t want to be worshipped. I want to be loved.

Tracy You’re too good for me, George. You’re a hundred times too good. And I’d make you most unhappy, most. That is, I’d do my best to.

Love & Death Posted 26 March 2004 in with No comments

Sonja Let’s say that there is no god and each man is free to do exactly as he chooses. What prevents you from murdering somebody?
Boris Well, murder is immoral.
Sonja Immorality is subjective.
Boris Yes, but subjectivity is objective.
Sonja Not in any rational scheme of perspective.
Boris Perspective is irrational; it implies immanence.
Sonja But judgment of any system or a priori relation of phenomenae exists in any rational or metaphysical or at least epistemological contradiction to an abstract and empirical concept such as being, or to be, or to occur, in the thing itself or of the thing itself!
Boris Yeah, I’ve said that many times.

Sonja I guess you could say I’m half-saint, half-whore.

Sonja Boris, you’re a coward!
Boris Yes, but I’m a militant coward.

Sonja Moral notions imply attributes to substances which exist only in relational duality!
Man Not as an essential extension of alter-logical existence!
Sonja Can we not talk about sex so much?

Boris Are you scared of dying?
Sonja Scared is the wrong word. I’m frightened of it.
Boris An interesting distinction.

Boris Nothingness. Nonexistence. Black emptiness.
Sonja What did you say?
Boris I was just planning my future.

Sonja Sex without love is an empty experience.
Boris Yes, but as empty experiences go, it’s one of the best.

Sonja I want to have children with you.
Boris What kind?
Sonja Little children.
Boris Of course — the big ones are mentally slower.

Boris What would Socrates say? All those Greeks were homosexuals. Boy, they must have had some wild parties. I bet they all took a house together in Crete for the summer.

Boris Some men are heterosexual, and some men are bisexual, and some men don’t think about sex at all — they become lawyers.

Boris There’s been a mistake! I know; I made it!

Boris In fact, now that I think of it, I shall run through the valley of the shadow of death, because you get out of the valley quicker that way.

Sonja To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer; to be happy is to love; to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you’re getting this down.

Sonja The last traces of the shimmering dusk are setting behind the quickly darkening evening, and it’s only noon.

Boris If it turns out that there is a god, I don’t think that he’s evil. I think that the worst you could say about him is that basically he’s an underachiever.

Boris The key here is to not think of death as an end, but think of it as a very effective way of

Rushmore Posted 26 March 2004 in with No comments

Max I guess we’ve both got dead people in our families.

Dirk With friends like you who needs friends!

Dirk Did you hear the news?
Max I doubt it. I don’t really follow the news anymore.

Rosemary I thought the aquarium was your idea.
Max Well, I gave it to a friend.

To Be or Not to Be Posted 26 March 2004 in with No comments

Face it, sweetheart, without Jews, fags and gypsies, there is no theater.

Oh, I’m so sorry. I never sup after I dine.

I don’t blame you for falling in love with her. It’s easy.

84 Charing Cross Rd Posted 26 March 2004 in with No comments

I do love second-hand books that open to the page some previous owner read oftenest. The day came he opened to “I hate to read new books” and I hollered “comrade!” to whoever owned it before me.

I love inscriptions on fly-leaves, and notes in margins. I like the comradely sense of turning pages someone else turned, and reading passages someone long gone has called my attention to.

Iris Posted 26 March 2004 in with No comments

There is only one freedom of any importance — that is of the mind.

When we arely speak the truth words are insufficient.

Human beings love each other: in sex, in friendship, and when they’re in love, and they cherish other beings — humans, animals, plants, even stones. The quest for happiness and the promotion of happiness is in all of this, and the power of our imagination.

Love’s the only language everyone understands.

We all worry about going mad, don’t we? How would we know — those of us who live in our minds, anyway?

I know the names that matter.

I shall come more like a deprived animal if I can’t write — be like a starved dog.

I wrote.

John You can say anything you like if you make it sound like a joke.
Janet Oh, don’t, John. That’s cruel.
John That’s where you’re wrong. It’s not cruel. It’s nothing because it’s not understood.

Who are you with now, Iris? We’re lost!
You know more about me than anyone on earth. You are my world.

I used to be so afraid of being alone with you. Now I can’t be without you.

I like things that are worn down. Just wear wear wear until they go.

We need to believe in something divine — without the need of God — something we might call love or goodness.

Manhattan Murder Mystery Posted 26 March 2004 in with No comments

What do you buy a woman who buys everything?

I can’t listen to that much Wagner. I start to get the urge to conquer Poland.

He sees himself as Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca. I see him more as Peter Lorre.

I’m just dizzy with freedom!

I wouldn’t say beautiful. But I do have tremendous sex appeal.

We’ve got plenty of time to be conservative. I’m open to new experiences!

Is this the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to us in our whole marriage?

Letter from an Unknown Woman Posted 26 March 2004 in with No comments

Suddenly I knew I couldn’t live without you.

Promise me you won’t vanish.
I won’t be the one to vanish.

Nothing happens by chance. Every moment is measured. Every step is counted.

There are such things as honor and decency.
You talk about it as though it were out of your hands. It isn’t.

I’ve had no will but us, ever.

If only you could have recognized what was always yours. Could have found what was never lost.