I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
- Emma Goldman
All the world glows with roses, roses, roses.
- Saul Chernihovsky
One may live without bread, not without roses.
- Jean Richepin
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
- Thomas More
They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
- Ernest Dowson
Because it is sure of its beauty, the rose makes terrible demands on us.
- Alain Meilland
Truths and roses have thorns about them.
- Henry David Thoreau
...a work of art is like a rose. A rose is not beautiful because it is like something else. Neither is a work of art. Roses and works of art are beautiful in themselves.
- Clive Bell
Oh, no man knows through what wild centuries roves back the rose. - Walter de la Mare
When love came first to Earth, the Spring spread rose-beds to receive him.
- Thomas Campbell
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
- Richard Brinsley Sheridan
The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
- George William Curtis
They that have roses never need bread.
- Dorothy Parker
A rose is a rose is a rose.
- Gertrude Stein
'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
- Thomas Moore
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
- Victor Hugo
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
- T. S. Eliot
A rose's rarest essence lives in the thorn.
- Rumi
But he that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
- Emily Bronte
Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
- William Cullen Bryant
And I will make thee beds of roses
- Christopher Marlowe
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
- Song of Solomon
Let me bring you songs from the wood, poppies red & roses filled with summer rain, to heal the wounds and still the pain.
- Jethro Tull
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.
- Robert Frost
William Faulkner Quotes
Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
Pointless... like giving caviar to an elephant.
A gentleman can live through anything.
My, my. A body does get around.
Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
And I reckon them that are good must suffer for it the same as them that are bad.
An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.
A dream is not a very safe thing to be near... I know; I had one once. It's like a loaded pistol with a hair trigger: if it stays alive long enough, somebody is going to be hurt. But if it's a good dream, it's worth it.
Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief.
She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.
I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from.
I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.
Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey.
Perhaps they were right in putting love into books...
Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing.
I will never lie again.
Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.
The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
'You men,' she says. 'You durn men.'
To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
She wouldn't say what we both knew. 'The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true: is that it? But you know it is true now. I can almost tell you the day when you knew it is true. Why won't you say it, even to yourself?' She will not say it.
Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest.
You can't beat women anyhow and if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to.
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
Once a bitch always a bitch, what I say.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond.
I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period.
Henry James was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met.
She wasn’t too big, heroic, what they call Junoesque. It was that there was just too much of what she was for any one human female package to contain, and hold: too much of white, too much of female, too much of maybe just glory, I don’t know: so that at first sight of her you felt a kind of shock of gratitude just for being alive and being male at the same instance with her in space and time, and then in the next second and forever after a kind of despair because you knew there would never be enough of any one male to match and hold and deserve her; grief forever after because forever after nothing less would ever do.
Love doesn't die; the men and women do.
Pointless... like giving caviar to an elephant.
A gentleman can live through anything.
My, my. A body does get around.
Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
And I reckon them that are good must suffer for it the same as them that are bad.
An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.
A dream is not a very safe thing to be near... I know; I had one once. It's like a loaded pistol with a hair trigger: if it stays alive long enough, somebody is going to be hurt. But if it's a good dream, it's worth it.
Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief.
She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.
I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from.
I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.
Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey.
Perhaps they were right in putting love into books...
Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing.
I will never lie again.
Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.
The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
'You men,' she says. 'You durn men.'
To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
She wouldn't say what we both knew. 'The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true: is that it? But you know it is true now. I can almost tell you the day when you knew it is true. Why won't you say it, even to yourself?' She will not say it.
Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest.
You can't beat women anyhow and if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to.
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
Once a bitch always a bitch, what I say.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond.
I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period.
Henry James was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met.
She wasn’t too big, heroic, what they call Junoesque. It was that there was just too much of what she was for any one human female package to contain, and hold: too much of white, too much of female, too much of maybe just glory, I don’t know: so that at first sight of her you felt a kind of shock of gratitude just for being alive and being male at the same instance with her in space and time, and then in the next second and forever after a kind of despair because you knew there would never be enough of any one male to match and hold and deserve her; grief forever after because forever after nothing less would ever do.
Love doesn't die; the men and women do.
Carson McCullers Quotes
But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music.
Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
While time, the endless idiot, runs screaming around the world.
The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen... Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.
Next to music beer was best.
Listen,” F. Jasmine said. “What I’ve been trying to say is this. Doesn’t it strike you as strange that I am I, and you are you? I am F. Jasmine Addams. And you are Berenice Sadie Brown. And we can look at each other, and touch each other, and stay together year in and year out in the same room. Yet always I am I, and you are you. And I can’t ever be anything else but me, and you can ever be anything else but you. Have you ever thought of that? And does it seem to you strange? "
I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul. I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
Each man described the mute as he wished him to be.
But say a man does know. He sees the world as it is and he looks back thousands of years to see how it all come about. He watches the slow agglutination of capital and power and he sees its pinnacle today. He sees America as a crazy house... He sees a whole damn army of unemployed and billions of dollars and thousands of miles of land wasted... He sees how when people suffer just so much they get mean and ugly and something dies in them. But the main thing he sees is that the whole system of the world is built on a lie. And although it's as plain as the shining sun—the don't-knows have lived with that lie so long they just can't see it.
All we can do is go around telling the truth.
But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends.
The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
The way I need you is a loneliness I cannot bear.
Then suddenly he felt a quickening in him. His heart turned and he leaned his back against the counter for support. For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and of valor. Of the endless fluid passage of humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who—one word—love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him he felt a warning, a shaft of terror... he was suspended between radiance and darkness. Between bitter irony and faith.
Wherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss. A fellow can’t live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear—and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed—stupid and mean.
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.
If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are gone, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing.
In the face of brutality I was prudent. Before injustice I held my peace. I sacrificed the things in hand for the good of the hypothetical whole. I believed in the tongue instead of the fist. As an armor against oppression I taught patience and faith in the human soul I know now how wrong I was. I have been a traitor to myself and to my people. All that is not. Now is the time to act and to act quickly. Fight cunning with cunning and might with might.
There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.
Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
While time, the endless idiot, runs screaming around the world.
The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen... Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.
Next to music beer was best.
Listen,” F. Jasmine said. “What I’ve been trying to say is this. Doesn’t it strike you as strange that I am I, and you are you? I am F. Jasmine Addams. And you are Berenice Sadie Brown. And we can look at each other, and touch each other, and stay together year in and year out in the same room. Yet always I am I, and you are you. And I can’t ever be anything else but me, and you can ever be anything else but you. Have you ever thought of that? And does it seem to you strange? "
I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul. I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
Each man described the mute as he wished him to be.
But say a man does know. He sees the world as it is and he looks back thousands of years to see how it all come about. He watches the slow agglutination of capital and power and he sees its pinnacle today. He sees America as a crazy house... He sees a whole damn army of unemployed and billions of dollars and thousands of miles of land wasted... He sees how when people suffer just so much they get mean and ugly and something dies in them. But the main thing he sees is that the whole system of the world is built on a lie. And although it's as plain as the shining sun—the don't-knows have lived with that lie so long they just can't see it.
All we can do is go around telling the truth.
But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends.
The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
The way I need you is a loneliness I cannot bear.
Then suddenly he felt a quickening in him. His heart turned and he leaned his back against the counter for support. For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and of valor. Of the endless fluid passage of humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who—one word—love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him he felt a warning, a shaft of terror... he was suspended between radiance and darkness. Between bitter irony and faith.
Wherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss. A fellow can’t live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear—and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed—stupid and mean.
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.
If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are gone, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing.
In the face of brutality I was prudent. Before injustice I held my peace. I sacrificed the things in hand for the good of the hypothetical whole. I believed in the tongue instead of the fist. As an armor against oppression I taught patience and faith in the human soul I know now how wrong I was. I have been a traitor to myself and to my people. All that is not. Now is the time to act and to act quickly. Fight cunning with cunning and might with might.
There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
But some might say, where was Tess's guardian Angel? Where was the providence of her simple faith? Perhaps... he was talking, or he was pursuing, or he was in a journey, or he was sleeping and not to be awaked... As Tess's own people down in those retreats are never tired of saying among each other in their fatalistic way: 'It was to be.'
He did not mention it because he was afraid of endangering his chance of her - the great prize of his life.
O, you have torn my life all to pieces, made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
How can I pray for you, when I am forbidden to believe that the great Power who moves the world would alter his plans on my account?
My life looks as if it had been wasted for want of chances!
You are very good. But it strikes me that there is a want of harmony between your present mood of self-sacrifice and your past mood of self-preservation.
She would have laid down her life for thee.
You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!
Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.
O why have you treated me so monstrously, Angel ! I do not deserve it. I have thought it all over carefully, and I can never, never forgive you! You know that I did not intend to wrong you - why have you so wronged me? You are cruel, cruel indeed! I will try to forget you. It is all injustice I have received at your hands!
The two speechless gazers bent themselves down to the earth, as if in prayer, and remained there a long time, absolutely motionless: the flag continued to wave silently. As soon as they had strength they arose, joined hands again, and went on.
Too late, too late.
'THY, DAMNATION, SLUMBERETH, NOT.'
And the d'Urberville knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing.
He did not mention it because he was afraid of endangering his chance of her - the great prize of his life.
O, you have torn my life all to pieces, made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
How can I pray for you, when I am forbidden to believe that the great Power who moves the world would alter his plans on my account?
My life looks as if it had been wasted for want of chances!
You are very good. But it strikes me that there is a want of harmony between your present mood of self-sacrifice and your past mood of self-preservation.
She would have laid down her life for thee.
You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!
Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.
O why have you treated me so monstrously, Angel ! I do not deserve it. I have thought it all over carefully, and I can never, never forgive you! You know that I did not intend to wrong you - why have you so wronged me? You are cruel, cruel indeed! I will try to forget you. It is all injustice I have received at your hands!
The two speechless gazers bent themselves down to the earth, as if in prayer, and remained there a long time, absolutely motionless: the flag continued to wave silently. As soon as they had strength they arose, joined hands again, and went on.
Too late, too late.
'THY, DAMNATION, SLUMBERETH, NOT.'
And the d'Urberville knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing.
Andrew Quotes
S: Are you following me?
A: I'll follow you anywhere.
"And you know how..."
S: You're about to push me over the edge.
A: It's okay, you have wings.
S: Don't ever leave me.
A: You can't get rid of me, sunshine. You've tried.
"When I first herd the idea I thought it udderly ridiculous, but the moo I thought about it, the the moo I decided to say hay! Let's milk it for all it's worth."
S: Everyone has their own trip.
A: That doesn't mean you have to go along for the ride.
"Sunshine..."
"I love your Dad."
"You were right. We would've died if I'd driven up to the Gap."
"I held it - we didn't die."
"You have to account for the ignorance of people."
"Brian, when I own my island..."
"Please continue what you were saying before your better sense so rudely interrupted."
"Some people don't like how modern technology allows you to be contacted at all times. So, they don't have a cell phone. Us, we don't have a doorbell."
S: You're driving me crazy.
A: Crazy like a wombat.
S: Who are you calling a wombat?
A: Oh, I think we both know who's the wombat in this house.
A: I bet a wombat could kick a squirrel's ass.
S: I bet no one in the history of man has said that sentence.
A: That's why I'm a literary genius.
S: I don't know how you save a girl like me.
A: I'm working on it.
S: They're driving me to drink.
A: I know sunshine, and they don't even have their licenses yet.
"Did you know that butterflies have dust on their wings?"
"Soon, you're going to have to admit you're running out of ammunition, sunshine."
"When I was young, I gave them the benefit of the doubt. Since then, they have proved me wrong."
"Goddamn aphids."
"Let me tell you something, any creature that's an enemy of my wife's rose bushes is an enemy of mine."
"To get a man to admit he's wrong, you have to convince him he has had a better idea."
S: Nothing I give is ever enough.
A: That's because I love everything about you so much. I could never get enough.
"When men act that way with you, it's more of a reflection on them than it is on you."
"It does no good to second guess a Suzie. You can only chase a Suzie."
"Some people call it chaos, some people call it pandemonium, I call it the nursery."
"That's it, that's the park!"
A: We're soulmates.
S: Yeah, but do you...
A: Two halves of the same walnut.
S: I wanna drive you crazy. Will you forgive me that?
A: I always forgive you, sunshine.
S: Have I that many sins?
A: It's your virtues that drive me crazy.
"I wish I knew more about small furry animals. Like I wish I knew if it was a badger, a groundhog, or a rabbit. Well, I'm pretty sure it wasn't a rabbit."
"If your goal is something you can win, you have the wrong goal."
S: What is ___'s purpose? He must have a purpose.
A: There is a purpose for every tool.
S: I'm lost.
A: Then I'm lost, too, until they find us.
A: The monkeys in my heart are rattling their cage.
A: Let the riff-raff sort themselves out, the bodies will be gone by morning.
S: Why does my head still hurt?
A: I've only been making singles.
S: Ah, so the pain is still coming through.
His Writings, Letters, Poems:
Whatever prices we pay: must they not be worth it? Is there anything too steep for this?
How many memories, now that you've fought and struggled to gain them, would you trade away?
I would not trade one of my barbs for someone else's rainbow.
Words, oh, words were never enough....
I cannot imagine raising a child with anyone else.
Have I told you how much I love my wedding ring? It's like in Genesis when suddenly the realization of nakedness came, all this time my finger has been bare, and now it knows what it means to be covered.
Each step falls with a muted grind, a steady metronome counting in an orchestra that will never play.
You can make anyone realize how foolish they were thinking poorly of something or someone, and make them delight in that which they once were saddened by.
This is who man imagined when he wrote of the water nymph.
Even the meekest soul can only hold a coward's pose for so long.
I walk forward upon the gritty earth. I leave no footprints. But there is nothing that has been left anywhere here. There is only now.
If nothing else I have something to walk towards. Something to ensure I am walking continually in the same direction, instead of wandering in circles.
I love the beauty you find. That's something I've always been in awe of you, is your eye for beauty. You find it everywhere. Sometimes when you point it out I feel like I've had my eyes always closed, like everyone has their eyes closed, and Suzy is going round opening our eyes one by one... first the left and then the right, and showing us how beautiful the world is....
Regardless of whether I knew so or not, this is what I have been searching for. That may be the definition of fate.
I don't like him standing there. Though I've no reason to believe he means me harm, this strange journey has imparted a need to be able to access doorways which I may retain for the rest of my life.
For a moment I fear my resolve will be stolen as well, but it remains.
My next step finds nothing, and I falter back to the security of the ledge. A silent prayer passes through my lips, my eyes close, and I push forward into the water, diving head first towards the center. Towards the bottom.
Suddenly I understand. She had said, "A cranberry and vodka is all it takes to get rid of my problems. Only thing is, in the morning I wake up with brand new ones."
It's funny the people that get to see God. Some people can spend their whole lives in deep meditation for that one instant when bam! They've hit a transcendental peak. Others are just going about their daily life, when some jerk runs a red light. Bam! Next thing they know they're headed towards the bright lights. Whether it's trauma or drugs or deep prayer, only a handful will ever make it.
This book to save the world, I've written to save myself.
A: I'll follow you anywhere.
"And you know how..."
S: You're about to push me over the edge.
A: It's okay, you have wings.
S: Don't ever leave me.
A: You can't get rid of me, sunshine. You've tried.
"When I first herd the idea I thought it udderly ridiculous, but the moo I thought about it, the the moo I decided to say hay! Let's milk it for all it's worth."
S: Everyone has their own trip.
A: That doesn't mean you have to go along for the ride.
"Sunshine..."
"I love your Dad."
"You were right. We would've died if I'd driven up to the Gap."
"I held it - we didn't die."
"You have to account for the ignorance of people."
"Brian, when I own my island..."
"Please continue what you were saying before your better sense so rudely interrupted."
"Some people don't like how modern technology allows you to be contacted at all times. So, they don't have a cell phone. Us, we don't have a doorbell."
S: You're driving me crazy.
A: Crazy like a wombat.
S: Who are you calling a wombat?
A: Oh, I think we both know who's the wombat in this house.
A: I bet a wombat could kick a squirrel's ass.
S: I bet no one in the history of man has said that sentence.
A: That's why I'm a literary genius.
S: I don't know how you save a girl like me.
A: I'm working on it.
S: They're driving me to drink.
A: I know sunshine, and they don't even have their licenses yet.
"Did you know that butterflies have dust on their wings?"
"Soon, you're going to have to admit you're running out of ammunition, sunshine."
"When I was young, I gave them the benefit of the doubt. Since then, they have proved me wrong."
"Goddamn aphids."
"Let me tell you something, any creature that's an enemy of my wife's rose bushes is an enemy of mine."
"To get a man to admit he's wrong, you have to convince him he has had a better idea."
S: Nothing I give is ever enough.
A: That's because I love everything about you so much. I could never get enough.
"When men act that way with you, it's more of a reflection on them than it is on you."
"It does no good to second guess a Suzie. You can only chase a Suzie."
"Some people call it chaos, some people call it pandemonium, I call it the nursery."
"That's it, that's the park!"
A: We're soulmates.
S: Yeah, but do you...
A: Two halves of the same walnut.
S: I wanna drive you crazy. Will you forgive me that?
A: I always forgive you, sunshine.
S: Have I that many sins?
A: It's your virtues that drive me crazy.
"I wish I knew more about small furry animals. Like I wish I knew if it was a badger, a groundhog, or a rabbit. Well, I'm pretty sure it wasn't a rabbit."
"If your goal is something you can win, you have the wrong goal."
S: What is ___'s purpose? He must have a purpose.
A: There is a purpose for every tool.
S: I'm lost.
A: Then I'm lost, too, until they find us.
A: The monkeys in my heart are rattling their cage.
A: Let the riff-raff sort themselves out, the bodies will be gone by morning.
S: Why does my head still hurt?
A: I've only been making singles.
S: Ah, so the pain is still coming through.
His Writings, Letters, Poems:
Whatever prices we pay: must they not be worth it? Is there anything too steep for this?
How many memories, now that you've fought and struggled to gain them, would you trade away?
I would not trade one of my barbs for someone else's rainbow.
Words, oh, words were never enough....
I cannot imagine raising a child with anyone else.
Have I told you how much I love my wedding ring? It's like in Genesis when suddenly the realization of nakedness came, all this time my finger has been bare, and now it knows what it means to be covered.
Each step falls with a muted grind, a steady metronome counting in an orchestra that will never play.
You can make anyone realize how foolish they were thinking poorly of something or someone, and make them delight in that which they once were saddened by.
This is who man imagined when he wrote of the water nymph.
Even the meekest soul can only hold a coward's pose for so long.
I walk forward upon the gritty earth. I leave no footprints. But there is nothing that has been left anywhere here. There is only now.
If nothing else I have something to walk towards. Something to ensure I am walking continually in the same direction, instead of wandering in circles.
I love the beauty you find. That's something I've always been in awe of you, is your eye for beauty. You find it everywhere. Sometimes when you point it out I feel like I've had my eyes always closed, like everyone has their eyes closed, and Suzy is going round opening our eyes one by one... first the left and then the right, and showing us how beautiful the world is....
Regardless of whether I knew so or not, this is what I have been searching for. That may be the definition of fate.
I don't like him standing there. Though I've no reason to believe he means me harm, this strange journey has imparted a need to be able to access doorways which I may retain for the rest of my life.
For a moment I fear my resolve will be stolen as well, but it remains.
My next step finds nothing, and I falter back to the security of the ledge. A silent prayer passes through my lips, my eyes close, and I push forward into the water, diving head first towards the center. Towards the bottom.
Suddenly I understand. She had said, "A cranberry and vodka is all it takes to get rid of my problems. Only thing is, in the morning I wake up with brand new ones."
It's funny the people that get to see God. Some people can spend their whole lives in deep meditation for that one instant when bam! They've hit a transcendental peak. Others are just going about their daily life, when some jerk runs a red light. Bam! Next thing they know they're headed towards the bright lights. Whether it's trauma or drugs or deep prayer, only a handful will ever make it.
This book to save the world, I've written to save myself.
Tori Amos Lyrics
What's it gonna take?
Til my baby's alright?
What's it gonna take?
Those angels can't ever take my place.
Will we pay for who we've been?
This is not really happening--
You bet your life it is.
But, what if I'm a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it?
All the way to New York--
I can feel the distance getting close.
You always felt like suede.
Show me the ways to get back to the garden.
I loved his secret places,
but I can't go anymore.
Why am I here if love isn't forever?
We'll see how brave you are.
we'll see how fast you'll be running.
we'll see how brave you are.
Get out of my garden.
But, I believe in peace
I believe in peace, bitch.
I'm aware what the rules are, but you know that I will run.
I knew then it would be a lifelong sort of thing.
So, you found a girl
who thinks really deep thoughts.
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts?
Maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna bring you back.
And I rode along side you until you lost me there in the open road.
Rabbit-- where'd you put the keys, girl?
Yes, my loyalties turned
like my ankle
in the seventh grade
running after Billy,
running after the rain.
He moved like the sunset.
God, who painted that?
Breadcrumbs lost under the snow.
There's nothing we cannot ever fix, I said.
Can't forget the things you never said.
You sign Prince of Darkness,
try Squire of Dimness.
I don't need much to keep me warm.
Brothers and lovers she and I were,
Now she seems to be sand under his shoes.
She said she knew what my books did not.
I almost ran over an angel.
He had a nice big fat cigar.
"In a sense," he said, "You're alone here.
So, if you jump, you best jump far."
Maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen.
I'm much stronger than you know.
Sometimes,
I'm not afraid to let it show.
But, I only can see myself
skating around the truth who I am.
But I know, Dad, the ice is getting thin.
You say you packed my things,
And divided what was mine,
you're off to the mountain top.
I say her skinny legs could use sun.
Rest your shoulders, Peaches and Cream.
Everywhere a Judas as far as you can see.
Tell me you're crazy.
Maybe then I'll understand.
We scream in catherdrals:
Why can't it be beautiful?
Why does there gotta be a sacrifice?
In your eyes I saw the future together.
You just look away in the distance.
Make me laugh:
say you know what you want.
You said you'd find me,
but I can't see New York.
I'm trying not to move,
it's just your ghost passing through.
How could I resist?
You are desire.
When all is said and done,
who can love you and still be standing?
I thought you'd see with me,
you wouldn't have to be something new.
Maybe you never learned to take.
I never saw a light move like yours.
And you would if I would,
but you never would.
You just lift your lamp, and I will follow.
I have to get to Texas,
said I have to get to Texas,
and I'll give away my blue blue dress.
In the lush Virginia hills,
they kept her as long as they could.
In the garden,
I did no crime.
Things are getting desperate
when all the boys can't be men.
She may beytray all that she loves.
It's funny the things that you find in the rain.
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yelling at me again.
And I thought
with you
I wouldn't have to be
a magazine.
Oh Virginia,
do you remember
when the land held your hand?
I was built to tolerate your temperature.
I shaved every place where you'd been, boy.
Come along now little darling.
we'll see how brave you are.
Cutting my hands up every time I touch you.
Everybody looking at you,
Here, take ahold of my hand.
Yeah, I can hear them.
Love, it's one of life's complications.
I did not ask for this:
Oh, but love-- yes, you did.
I put my hand in my father's glove.
I run off
where the drifts get deeper.
My dark twin,
the annihilating Feminine,
does not need
civilizing.
Boys on my left side,
Boys on my right side,
Boys in the middle
and you're not here.
Don't tell me a woman did this to you.
Boy, your boots can leave a mess.
I guess I didn't want to notice,
the stars gone from your eyes.
She's been everybody else's girl.
Maybe one day she'll be her own.
I can fight by your side and withstand anything.
I guessed the kind of man
that you would turn out to be.
Purple sunset, orange moon.
Yes, I know what you think of me--
you never shut-up.
Yeah, I can hear that.
I believe in defending what we once stood for.
I have to trust you'll know
this digital ghost.
Victory is an elusive whore.
She is as easily mine
as she is yours.
The wind is making speeches,
and the rain sounds like a round of applause.
I wonder when will I learn
blue isn't red.
Everybody knows this.
And you losing you
was not a part of this plan.
Slip and slide my way through this charade.
What will be, will be
over my dead body.
What you stole, I would have given freely.
A six pack of coke and a bottle of Jack.
"Whatever you do," he said, "look after that."
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now.
Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days.
She says a girl needs a gun these days.
Got enough guilt to start my own religion.
Last time I checked,
He came to light the lamp for everyone.
Just what God needs,
one more victim.
And my heart is sick of being in chains.
He says, Will you ever learn--
You're just an empty cage, girl,
if you kill the bird.
Butterflies don't belong in nets.
It's kind of funny things you think
at times like these.
Like, I haven't seen Barbados
so I must get out of this.
Til my baby's alright?
What's it gonna take?
Those angels can't ever take my place.
Will we pay for who we've been?
This is not really happening--
You bet your life it is.
But, what if I'm a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it?
All the way to New York--
I can feel the distance getting close.
You always felt like suede.
Show me the ways to get back to the garden.
I loved his secret places,
but I can't go anymore.
Why am I here if love isn't forever?
We'll see how brave you are.
we'll see how fast you'll be running.
we'll see how brave you are.
Get out of my garden.
But, I believe in peace
I believe in peace, bitch.
I'm aware what the rules are, but you know that I will run.
I knew then it would be a lifelong sort of thing.
So, you found a girl
who thinks really deep thoughts.
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts?
Maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna bring you back.
And I rode along side you until you lost me there in the open road.
Rabbit-- where'd you put the keys, girl?
Yes, my loyalties turned
like my ankle
in the seventh grade
running after Billy,
running after the rain.
He moved like the sunset.
God, who painted that?
Breadcrumbs lost under the snow.
There's nothing we cannot ever fix, I said.
Can't forget the things you never said.
You sign Prince of Darkness,
try Squire of Dimness.
I don't need much to keep me warm.
Brothers and lovers she and I were,
Now she seems to be sand under his shoes.
She said she knew what my books did not.
I almost ran over an angel.
He had a nice big fat cigar.
"In a sense," he said, "You're alone here.
So, if you jump, you best jump far."
Maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen.
I'm much stronger than you know.
Sometimes,
I'm not afraid to let it show.
But, I only can see myself
skating around the truth who I am.
But I know, Dad, the ice is getting thin.
You say you packed my things,
And divided what was mine,
you're off to the mountain top.
I say her skinny legs could use sun.
Rest your shoulders, Peaches and Cream.
Everywhere a Judas as far as you can see.
Tell me you're crazy.
Maybe then I'll understand.
We scream in catherdrals:
Why can't it be beautiful?
Why does there gotta be a sacrifice?
In your eyes I saw the future together.
You just look away in the distance.
Make me laugh:
say you know what you want.
You said you'd find me,
but I can't see New York.
I'm trying not to move,
it's just your ghost passing through.
How could I resist?
You are desire.
When all is said and done,
who can love you and still be standing?
I thought you'd see with me,
you wouldn't have to be something new.
Maybe you never learned to take.
I never saw a light move like yours.
And you would if I would,
but you never would.
You just lift your lamp, and I will follow.
I have to get to Texas,
said I have to get to Texas,
and I'll give away my blue blue dress.
In the lush Virginia hills,
they kept her as long as they could.
In the garden,
I did no crime.
Things are getting desperate
when all the boys can't be men.
She may beytray all that she loves.
It's funny the things that you find in the rain.
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yelling at me again.
And I thought
with you
I wouldn't have to be
a magazine.
Oh Virginia,
do you remember
when the land held your hand?
I was built to tolerate your temperature.
I shaved every place where you'd been, boy.
Come along now little darling.
we'll see how brave you are.
Cutting my hands up every time I touch you.
Everybody looking at you,
Here, take ahold of my hand.
Yeah, I can hear them.
Love, it's one of life's complications.
I did not ask for this:
Oh, but love-- yes, you did.
I put my hand in my father's glove.
I run off
where the drifts get deeper.
My dark twin,
the annihilating Feminine,
does not need
civilizing.
Boys on my left side,
Boys on my right side,
Boys in the middle
and you're not here.
Don't tell me a woman did this to you.
Boy, your boots can leave a mess.
I guess I didn't want to notice,
the stars gone from your eyes.
She's been everybody else's girl.
Maybe one day she'll be her own.
I can fight by your side and withstand anything.
I guessed the kind of man
that you would turn out to be.
Purple sunset, orange moon.
Yes, I know what you think of me--
you never shut-up.
Yeah, I can hear that.
I believe in defending what we once stood for.
I have to trust you'll know
this digital ghost.
Victory is an elusive whore.
She is as easily mine
as she is yours.
The wind is making speeches,
and the rain sounds like a round of applause.
I wonder when will I learn
blue isn't red.
Everybody knows this.
And you losing you
was not a part of this plan.
Slip and slide my way through this charade.
What will be, will be
over my dead body.
What you stole, I would have given freely.
A six pack of coke and a bottle of Jack.
"Whatever you do," he said, "look after that."
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now.
Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days.
She says a girl needs a gun these days.
Got enough guilt to start my own religion.
Last time I checked,
He came to light the lamp for everyone.
Just what God needs,
one more victim.
And my heart is sick of being in chains.
He says, Will you ever learn--
You're just an empty cage, girl,
if you kill the bird.
Butterflies don't belong in nets.
It's kind of funny things you think
at times like these.
Like, I haven't seen Barbados
so I must get out of this.
F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.”
"Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains..."
“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her, and it is the beginning of everything.”
"You never know what's coming for you."
“In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o' clock in the morning, day after day.”
"'You'll find another.'
'God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.'"
"Amory wondered how people could fail to notice that he was a boy marked for glory, and when faces of the throng turned toward him and ambiguous eyes stared into his, he assumed the most romantic of expressions and walked on the air cushions that lie on the asphalts of fourteen..."
"No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart."
"The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky."
"For the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions."
"Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it."
"The rich get richer and the poor get — children.”
“'They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.'”
“I had taken two finger-bowls of champagne, and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental, and profound.”
"As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made her feel at home, but gave her always a faint feeling of superiority to whoever made it. If her person was property she could exercise whatever advantage was inherent in its ownership."
“Her voice is full of money.”
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
"I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again."
"In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars."
"Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope."
"...one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty−one that everything afterward savors of anti−climax."
"I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't."
"He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself."
"Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life."
"Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand."
"'Think how you love me,' she whispered.'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'
'You'll always be like this to me.'
'Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.'"
""Ah," she cried, "you look so cool." Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.
"You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw."
"Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice, and I’ll tell you a story."
"It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being."
"I want leisure to read—an immense amount."
"I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me."
"All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you.'"
"It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people."
"I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library."
"Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise."
"Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure."
"Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry."
"All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.'"
"Then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses."
"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
"Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known."
"For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk."
"You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming."
"And after reading Thoreau I felt how much I have lost by leaving nature out of my life."
"With people like us our home is where we are not."
"So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight."
"Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains..."
“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her, and it is the beginning of everything.”
"You never know what's coming for you."
“In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o' clock in the morning, day after day.”
"'You'll find another.'
'God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.'"
"Amory wondered how people could fail to notice that he was a boy marked for glory, and when faces of the throng turned toward him and ambiguous eyes stared into his, he assumed the most romantic of expressions and walked on the air cushions that lie on the asphalts of fourteen..."
"No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart."
"The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky."
"For the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions."
"Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it."
"The rich get richer and the poor get — children.”
“'They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.'”
“I had taken two finger-bowls of champagne, and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental, and profound.”
"As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made her feel at home, but gave her always a faint feeling of superiority to whoever made it. If her person was property she could exercise whatever advantage was inherent in its ownership."
“Her voice is full of money.”
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
"I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again."
"In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars."
"Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope."
"...one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty−one that everything afterward savors of anti−climax."
"I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't."
"He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself."
"Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life."
"Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand."
"'Think how you love me,' she whispered.'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'
'You'll always be like this to me.'
'Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.'"
""Ah," she cried, "you look so cool." Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.
"You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw."
"Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice, and I’ll tell you a story."
"It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being."
"I want leisure to read—an immense amount."
"I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me."
"All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you.'"
"It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people."
"I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library."
"Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise."
"Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure."
"Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry."
"All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.'"
"Then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses."
"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
"Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known."
"For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk."
"You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming."
"And after reading Thoreau I felt how much I have lost by leaving nature out of my life."
"With people like us our home is where we are not."
"So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight."
The Money Pit Quotes
Walter: Ahh, home crap home!
Walter: Mozart? Mozart is dead, his problems are over, help ME!
Walter: What has Max got that I haven't got?
Anna: Walls.
Anna: That is such a dumb idea. Sometimes it amazes me you ever passed the bar.
Walter: I'm sure it does, you've never passed a bar in you life.
Anna: You are so much less attractive when I'm sober.
Walter: Thank goodness it's not that often.
Walter: Stairs! Ha! A Staircase! We have stairs! Oh, hello, Mr. Stairs. I've missed you.
Walter: I'm not trying to tell you your business but you haven't even looked at my pipes.
Brad Shirk: I looked at them three years ago. You figure they've improved with age?
Walter: You know what this is? This is the short line in Motor Vehicles.
Anna: What?
Walter: Yeah! You go to Motor Vehicles to get your license renewed, and you get on this line that reaches to Spain, and right next to it is this little short line with only two guys on it, but you don't get on that line, 'cause you think something must be "wrong" with it - otherwise everyone else would be on it - so you waste three hours!
Anna: I got on the short line once. It was for farm vehicles.
Water Fielding: Do you know how hard it is to find a really good carpenter? Besides, I think he's got a brother who's a plumber!
Anna Crowley: Really? A brother who's a plumber?
Water Fielding: I think so.
Anna Crowley: Do you think I should sleep with him?
Water Fielding: Maybe just this once.
Walter Fielding: Just because they showed up to collect the money, is no guarantee that they'll show up to do the work... and if they do... I can't pay for it!
Walter: Look, I'm very sorry I wasn't here this afternoon. What can I say? My wife was poisoned and taken to the hospital. Well, what would cut any ice with you? A bribe? Sure, can you be here in a half an hour? All right. Cash, no problem.
Anna: This is my house, too. I want to help.
Walter: Do you have a gun?
Walter: Is it me? I'm speaking so loud I'm hallucinating! For a while, I thought the Care Bears were here!
Art Shirk: Usually when a women calls a carpenter, she want the old hammer and nail.
Walter: Jack can help us.
Anna: Isn't Jack in jail?
Walter: No. No, he got off with a small fine. Jack's a perfectly legitimate real estate agent.
Jack: The point is: You get to capitalize on a fellow human being's misfortune. That's the basis of real estate.
Max: What do you mean "no"? Why not?
Anna: I love Walter.
Max: "Walter"? What Walter?
Anna: Oh, Max, you know exactly what Walter.
Max: Don't be ridiculous. He's not even a musician.
Anna: Many people aren't.
Owner: Goddamn bloodsucking lawyers are bleeding me dry.
Anna: I'm putting in half the money, or I'm not going in.
Walter: Great!
Anna: I thought you'd give me an argument.
Walter: If I had any money, I would.
Walter: What the hell was that?
Anna: All I did was
turn on the water.
Walter: The land, at least, has got to be worth something.
Mattress Guy: Hey, buddy, did you really buy this house?
Walter: In spite of all the problems...
In spite of the prospect of indentured
servitude for the rest of my life, in debt beyond
my wildest dreams...I love the house.
Anna: So do I.
Walter: And I love you.
Walter: We have very weak trees.
Walter: Little problem in the kitchen. Nothing trivial.
Contractor: I'm from Shirk Brothers. Your number came up in the drawing this morning. We work today!
Anna: Max, I'm desperate. I need money. I need new plumbing. I need new appliances. A new staircase, Max.
Max: Stop, please. Too boring.
Anna: Plastering, landscaping, painting, a roof.
Max: Too middle class. Stop.
Contractor: The permit man was pretty agitated. Really steamed his clams. Said he'd be back when you grow udders and get milked.
Walter: That's a long time.
Walter: Honey, we're living in Swiss cheese with a door.
Walter: You hear about that guy up in the Bronx, went crazy, thought he was a pigeon? They found him in the park throwing bread crumbs at himself. He was just putting in a guest bathroom.
Anna: What have we done? Oh, my God!
Max: Calm down. You were a little looped. You sang a few songs.
Anna: The Beatles?
Max: The entire catalogue.
Anna: What else?
Max: You don't remember? It was duck for dinner. Followed by crepe Suzettes.
Anna: I don't remember the crepe Suzettes.
Max: You don't remember the piano?
Anna: No.
Max: Under the piano?
Anna: I don't wanna hear any more.
Max: It was incredible. Better than Zurich.
Anna: Zurich?
Max: The police came. You don't remember any of this?
Anna: Oh, no.
Walter: Did you sleep with him?
Anna: I hope you don't mind. Of course, we can't go back
to the Four Seasons again.
Walter: I do not wish to discuss
my domestic difficulties with you, Julio.
Anna: He couldn't forgive me,
and I can't forgive him for that.
Max: Do you realize what you've done? You've taken
a woman who loves you...One of the great women
on the face of this Earth and thrown her away.
I've lost her too, but I'll get over it
because I am shallow and self-centred.
But you, you won't
because you are complex.
You will suffer terrible anguish
for the rest of your life.
Driver: They testing missiles here?
Max: Can I speak frankly?
Anna: Anything is possible.
Walter: Here lies Walter Fielding. He bought a house, and it killed him.
Walter: Mozart? Mozart is dead, his problems are over, help ME!
Walter: What has Max got that I haven't got?
Anna: Walls.
Anna: That is such a dumb idea. Sometimes it amazes me you ever passed the bar.
Walter: I'm sure it does, you've never passed a bar in you life.
Anna: You are so much less attractive when I'm sober.
Walter: Thank goodness it's not that often.
Walter: Stairs! Ha! A Staircase! We have stairs! Oh, hello, Mr. Stairs. I've missed you.
Walter: I'm not trying to tell you your business but you haven't even looked at my pipes.
Brad Shirk: I looked at them three years ago. You figure they've improved with age?
Walter: You know what this is? This is the short line in Motor Vehicles.
Anna: What?
Walter: Yeah! You go to Motor Vehicles to get your license renewed, and you get on this line that reaches to Spain, and right next to it is this little short line with only two guys on it, but you don't get on that line, 'cause you think something must be "wrong" with it - otherwise everyone else would be on it - so you waste three hours!
Anna: I got on the short line once. It was for farm vehicles.
Water Fielding: Do you know how hard it is to find a really good carpenter? Besides, I think he's got a brother who's a plumber!
Anna Crowley: Really? A brother who's a plumber?
Water Fielding: I think so.
Anna Crowley: Do you think I should sleep with him?
Water Fielding: Maybe just this once.
Walter Fielding: Just because they showed up to collect the money, is no guarantee that they'll show up to do the work... and if they do... I can't pay for it!
Walter: Look, I'm very sorry I wasn't here this afternoon. What can I say? My wife was poisoned and taken to the hospital. Well, what would cut any ice with you? A bribe? Sure, can you be here in a half an hour? All right. Cash, no problem.
Anna: This is my house, too. I want to help.
Walter: Do you have a gun?
Walter: Is it me? I'm speaking so loud I'm hallucinating! For a while, I thought the Care Bears were here!
Art Shirk: Usually when a women calls a carpenter, she want the old hammer and nail.
Walter: Jack can help us.
Anna: Isn't Jack in jail?
Walter: No. No, he got off with a small fine. Jack's a perfectly legitimate real estate agent.
Jack: The point is: You get to capitalize on a fellow human being's misfortune. That's the basis of real estate.
Max: What do you mean "no"? Why not?
Anna: I love Walter.
Max: "Walter"? What Walter?
Anna: Oh, Max, you know exactly what Walter.
Max: Don't be ridiculous. He's not even a musician.
Anna: Many people aren't.
Owner: Goddamn bloodsucking lawyers are bleeding me dry.
Anna: I'm putting in half the money, or I'm not going in.
Walter: Great!
Anna: I thought you'd give me an argument.
Walter: If I had any money, I would.
Walter: What the hell was that?
Anna: All I did was
turn on the water.
Walter: The land, at least, has got to be worth something.
Mattress Guy: Hey, buddy, did you really buy this house?
Walter: In spite of all the problems...
In spite of the prospect of indentured
servitude for the rest of my life, in debt beyond
my wildest dreams...I love the house.
Anna: So do I.
Walter: And I love you.
Walter: We have very weak trees.
Walter: Little problem in the kitchen. Nothing trivial.
Contractor: I'm from Shirk Brothers. Your number came up in the drawing this morning. We work today!
Anna: Max, I'm desperate. I need money. I need new plumbing. I need new appliances. A new staircase, Max.
Max: Stop, please. Too boring.
Anna: Plastering, landscaping, painting, a roof.
Max: Too middle class. Stop.
Contractor: The permit man was pretty agitated. Really steamed his clams. Said he'd be back when you grow udders and get milked.
Walter: That's a long time.
Walter: Honey, we're living in Swiss cheese with a door.
Walter: You hear about that guy up in the Bronx, went crazy, thought he was a pigeon? They found him in the park throwing bread crumbs at himself. He was just putting in a guest bathroom.
Anna: What have we done? Oh, my God!
Max: Calm down. You were a little looped. You sang a few songs.
Anna: The Beatles?
Max: The entire catalogue.
Anna: What else?
Max: You don't remember? It was duck for dinner. Followed by crepe Suzettes.
Anna: I don't remember the crepe Suzettes.
Max: You don't remember the piano?
Anna: No.
Max: Under the piano?
Anna: I don't wanna hear any more.
Max: It was incredible. Better than Zurich.
Anna: Zurich?
Max: The police came. You don't remember any of this?
Anna: Oh, no.
Walter: Did you sleep with him?
Anna: I hope you don't mind. Of course, we can't go back
to the Four Seasons again.
Walter: I do not wish to discuss
my domestic difficulties with you, Julio.
Anna: He couldn't forgive me,
and I can't forgive him for that.
Max: Do you realize what you've done? You've taken
a woman who loves you...One of the great women
on the face of this Earth and thrown her away.
I've lost her too, but I'll get over it
because I am shallow and self-centred.
But you, you won't
because you are complex.
You will suffer terrible anguish
for the rest of your life.
Driver: They testing missiles here?
Max: Can I speak frankly?
Anna: Anything is possible.
Walter: Here lies Walter Fielding. He bought a house, and it killed him.
Ani DiFranco Quotes and Lyrics
"You rhapsodize about beauty,
and my eyes glaze.
Everything that I love is ugly.
I mean really, you would be amazed.
Just do me a favor,
it's the least that you can do,
just don't treat me like I am
something that happened to you."
"I put a cup out on the windowsill
to catch the water as it fell.
Now I got a glass half full of rain
to measure the time between
when you said you'd come
and when you actually came."
"If you see me,
walk by.
You better just let me
walk by.
You better not
bat your pretty eyes.
You better not
stop me to say hi."
"She taught me how to wage a cold war
with quiet charm,
but I just want to walk
through my life unarmed."
"Like how could you do nothing,
and say, 'I'm doing my best.'
How could you take almost everything,
and then come back for the rest?
How could you beg me to stay,
reach out your hands and plead,
and then pack up your eyes and run away
as soon as I agreed?"
"I did not design this game.
I did not name the stakes.
I just happen to like apples,
and I am not afraid of snakes."
“Any tool is a weapon if you hold it right.”
“Taken out of context I must seem so strange.”
“I don't care if they eat me alive, I've got better things to do then survive.”
"You've left me with nothing, but I have worked with less.”
“Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.”
"God forbid you be an ugly girl, of course too pretty is also your doom, because everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room."
“My idea of feminism is self-determination, and it's very open-ended: every woman has the right to become herself, and do whatever she needs to do.”
"I was blessed with a birth and a death, and I guess I just want some say in between."
“Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambitions."
"I owe my life to the people that I love.”
"Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"It seems that different people have an idea of what I am and what I should be. And then there's me."
"People need something or someone to fasten themselves to in order to reassure themselves that they are real."
"I smoke and I drink."
"Just let me go, we have to be able to criticize what we love, to say what we have to say because if you're not trying to make something better, then as far as I can tell, you are just in the way."
"Imagine you're a girl,
just trying to finally come clean,
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling."
"He was a handsome musician,
but he had an ugly scar.
You could not see it on him,
but you could hear it when he played guitar."
"I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.
I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all.
And your bones have been my bedframe,
and your flesh has been my pillow.
I am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands."
"He didn't understand me, and
I don't know why I didn't go.
He didn't understand me, and
he had every chance to know."
"You were fresh off the boat
from Virginia,
I had a year of NYC
under my belt.
We met in a dream.
We were both 19.
I remember where we were standing,
I remember how it felt."
"I can jump ship and swim--
that the ocean will hold me,
that there's got to be more
than this boat I'm in."
"I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous."
“Self-preservation is a full-time occupation."
and my eyes glaze.
Everything that I love is ugly.
I mean really, you would be amazed.
Just do me a favor,
it's the least that you can do,
just don't treat me like I am
something that happened to you."
"I put a cup out on the windowsill
to catch the water as it fell.
Now I got a glass half full of rain
to measure the time between
when you said you'd come
and when you actually came."
"If you see me,
walk by.
You better just let me
walk by.
You better not
bat your pretty eyes.
You better not
stop me to say hi."
"She taught me how to wage a cold war
with quiet charm,
but I just want to walk
through my life unarmed."
"Like how could you do nothing,
and say, 'I'm doing my best.'
How could you take almost everything,
and then come back for the rest?
How could you beg me to stay,
reach out your hands and plead,
and then pack up your eyes and run away
as soon as I agreed?"
"I did not design this game.
I did not name the stakes.
I just happen to like apples,
and I am not afraid of snakes."
“Any tool is a weapon if you hold it right.”
“Taken out of context I must seem so strange.”
“I don't care if they eat me alive, I've got better things to do then survive.”
"You've left me with nothing, but I have worked with less.”
“Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.”
"God forbid you be an ugly girl, of course too pretty is also your doom, because everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room."
“My idea of feminism is self-determination, and it's very open-ended: every woman has the right to become herself, and do whatever she needs to do.”
"I was blessed with a birth and a death, and I guess I just want some say in between."
“Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambitions."
"I owe my life to the people that I love.”
"Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"It seems that different people have an idea of what I am and what I should be. And then there's me."
"People need something or someone to fasten themselves to in order to reassure themselves that they are real."
"I smoke and I drink."
"Just let me go, we have to be able to criticize what we love, to say what we have to say because if you're not trying to make something better, then as far as I can tell, you are just in the way."
"Imagine you're a girl,
just trying to finally come clean,
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling."
"He was a handsome musician,
but he had an ugly scar.
You could not see it on him,
but you could hear it when he played guitar."
"I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.
I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all.
And your bones have been my bedframe,
and your flesh has been my pillow.
I am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands."
"He didn't understand me, and
I don't know why I didn't go.
He didn't understand me, and
he had every chance to know."
"You were fresh off the boat
from Virginia,
I had a year of NYC
under my belt.
We met in a dream.
We were both 19.
I remember where we were standing,
I remember how it felt."
"I can jump ship and swim--
that the ocean will hold me,
that there's got to be more
than this boat I'm in."
"I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous."
“Self-preservation is a full-time occupation."
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