From First Blood:

Colonel Trautman: It's over Johnny. It's over!

Rambo: Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It wasn't my war! You asked me I didn't ask you! And I did what I had to do to win, for somebody who wouldn't let us win! Then I come back to the world, and I see all those maggots at the airport, protestin' me, spittin', callin' me a baby killer and all kinds of vile crap! Who are they to protest me?! Huh?! Who are they?! Unless they been me and been there and know what the hell they yellin' about!

Colonel Trautman: It was a bad time for everyone, Rambo. It's all in the past now.

Rambo: For you! For me civilian life is nothin'! In the field we had a code of honor. You watch my back I watch yours. Back here there's nothin'!

Col. Trautman: You're the last of an elite group. Don't end it like this.

Rambo: Back there I could fly a gunship, I could drive a tank, I was in charge of million-dollar equipment. Back here I can't even hold a job PARKING CARS!

"People are like books, and the world is like a library. Some believe that it is important to be known with the most possible people, and have what we call superficial relationships with mass amounts of people. If you go in a library it's not important to see the cover of the most possible books, what you will learn if to get out a pair of interesting books and take a good amount of time to read them. Those who want to know the most possible only see the cover of many books, maybe they get as far as a few pages through the books, but they never get to read some of them. So there is actually no point in finding the books in the first place."

Varg Vikernes

this is my favorite quote

1 Guard your steps when you go to God’s house; for to draw near to listen is better than to give the sacrifice of fools, for they don’t know that they do evil. 2 Don’t be rash with your mouth, and don’t let your heart be hasty to utter anything before God; for God is in heaven, and you on earth. Therefore let your words be few. 3 For as a dream comes with a multitude of cares, so a fool’s speech with a multitude of words. 4 When you vow a vow to God, don’t defer to pay it; for he has no pleasure in fools. Pay that which you vow. 5 It is better that you should not vow, than that you should vow and not pay. 6 Don’t allow your mouth to lead you into sin. Don’t protest before the messenger that this was a mistake. Why should God be angry at your voice, and destroy the work of your hands? 7 For in the multitude of dreams there are vanities, as well as in many words: but you must fear God.
8 If you see the oppression of the poor, and the violent taking away of justice and righteousness in a district, don’t marvel at the matter: for one official is eyed by a higher one; and there are officials over them. 9 Moreover the profit of the earth is for all. The king profits from the field.
10 He who loves silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he who loves abundance, with increase: this also is vanity. 11 When goods increase, those who eat them are increased; and what advantage is there to its owner, except to feast on them with his eyes?
12 The sleep of a laboring man is sweet, whether he eats little or much; but the abundance of the rich will not allow him to sleep.
13 There is a grievous evil which I have seen under the sun: wealth kept by its owner to his harm. 14 Those riches perish by misfortune, and if he has fathered a son, there is nothing in his hand. 15 As he came forth from his mother’s womb, naked shall he go again as he came, and shall take nothing for his labor, which he may carry away in his hand. 16 This also is a grievous evil, that in all points as he came, so shall he go. And what profit does he have who labors for the wind? 17 All his days he also eats in darkness, he is frustrated, and has sickness and wrath.
18 Behold, that which I have seen to be good and proper is for one to eat and to drink, and to enjoy good in all his labor, in which he labors under the sun, all the days of his life which God has given him; for this is his portion. 19 Every man also to whom God has given riches and wealth, and has given him power to eat of it, and to take his portion, and to rejoice in his labor—this is the gift of God. 20 For he shall not often reflect on the days of his life; because God occupies him with the joy of his heart.

Ecclesiastes 5, New World Bible

I believe this is from Toxic Avenger III: The Last Temptation of Toxie.

The Chairman of Apocolypse, Inc. is approached by a couple of homeless people who ask for a couple of bucks to get something to eat.

The Chairman says, "'Never a borrower nor a lender be', that's Shakespere."

To wit the homless person responds:

"'Fuck You', that's David Mammet!"

Since then I've alwasy tried to properly attribute it whenever I happen to quote Mammet in that fashion.

This is from the Brothers Karamazov, by Dostoyevsky.  I've shortened it as much as I could bring myself to.  An elder monk is speaking to a woman who has just confessed that she is unable to believe in an afterlife; this is his response:

'But here it is not possible to prove anything; it is, however, possible to be convinced.'
'How?  By what means?' 
'By the experience of active love.  Try and love your fellow human beings actively and untiringly.  In the degree to which you succeed in that love, you will also be convinced of God's existence, and of your soul's immortality.  And if you attain complete self renunciation in your love for your fellow creatures, then you will unfailingly come to believe, and no form of doubt will ever be able to visit your soul.'
'Active love?  But that is another question, and it is such a question, such a one!  You see, my love for mankind is so great that, would you believe it, I sometimes dream of giving up all, all that I possess, of forsaking Lise and of joining the Sisters of Mercy.  I close my eyes, I think and dream, and at those moments I sense within myself an over-mastering strength. No wounds, no septic sores would be able to frighten me.  I would dress them and bathe them with my own hands, I would be a sick-nurse to those sufferers, I am ready to kiss those sores....But would I last in such an existence for long?...I close my eyes and ask myself: would you last long on such a path?  And if the sick person whose sores you are washing does not at once respond with gratitude...Quite simply, I am the kind of woman who works for a reward, and I want the reward at once, in the form of praise for myself and reciprocated love.  I am incapable of loving anyone on any other terms!'
'That is almost precisely what a certain medical man once told me, long ago now,' the Elder observed.  'The man was already quite advanced in years, and of unquestionable intelligence.  He spoke just as frankly as you have done, though also with humour, a rueful kind of humour; "I love mankind," he said, "but I marvel at myself: the more I love mankind in general, the less I love human beings in particular, separately, that is, as individual persons.  In my dreams," he said, "I would often arrive at fervent plans of devotion to mankind and might very possibly have gone to the Cross for human beings, had that been suddenly required of me, and yet I am unable to spend two days in the same room with someone else, and this I know from experience.  No sooner is that someone else close to me than his personality crushes my self-esteem and hampers my freedom.  In the space of a day and a night I am capable of coming to hate even the best of human beings...To compensate for this, however, it has always happened that the more I have hated human beings in particular, the more ardent has become my love for mankind in general."'
'But then what is to be done?  What is to be done in such a case?  Is one to give oneself up to despair?'
'No, for it is sufficient that you grieve over it.  Do what you are able, and it will be taken into consideration...If you do not reach happiness, always remember that you are on the right road, and try not to deviate from it.  The main thing is to shun lies, all forms of lies, lies to yourself in particular.  Keep a watch on your lies and study them every hour, every minute.  Also shun disdain, both for others and for yourself: that which appears to you foul within yourself is cleansed by the very fact of your having noticed it in you.  Also shun fear, although fear is only the consequence of any kind of lying.  Never be daunted by your own lack of courage in the attainment of love, nor be over-daunted even by your bad actions in this regard.  I regret I can say nothing more cheerful to you, for in comparison to fanciful love, active love is a cruel and frightening thing.  Fanciful love thirsts for a quick deed, swiftly accomplished, and that everyone should gaze upon it...Active love, on the other hand, involves work and self-mastery, and for some it may even become a whole science.'

"Can't you try? However useless the effort may seem to you to be, have you anything better to do with your life? Have you some worthier goal? Have you a purpose that will justify you in your own eyes to some greater extent?"
Chetter Hummin, Prelude to Foundation by Isaac Asimov

"Down-down- the results can be followed; and all the suffering that humanity ever knew can be traced to the one fact that no man in ...history... could really understand one another. Every human being lived behind an impenetrable wall of choking mist within which no other but he existed. Occasionally there were the dim signals from deep within the cavern in which another man was located -so that each might grope toward the other. Yet because they did not know one another, and could not understand one another, and dared not trust one another, and felt from infancy the terrors and insecurity of that ultimate isolation- there was the hunted fear of man for man, the savage rapacity of man toward man."
The writing of Isaac Asimov, Second Foundation
The ellipses I put in the quote are only there to edit out details pertaining only to the plot of the book. Doing so doesn't detract from the meaning of the statement, it merely removes words that would come off as confusing to someone reading this.

"I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else."
Humbert Humbert, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

"You grow up, you work half a century, you get a golden handshake, you rest a couple of years and you’re dead. And the only thing that makes that crazy ride worthwhile is 'Did I enjoy it? What did I learn? What was the point?'"
David Brent (Ricky Gervais), The Office (BBC Version)

Communists have been reproached with the desire of abolishing the right of personally acquiring property as the fruit of a man's own labor, which property is alleged to be the groundwork of all personal freedom, activity and independence. Hard-won, self-acquired, self-earned property! Do you mean the property of petty artisan and of the small peasant, a form of property that preceded the bourgeois form? There is no need to abolish that; the development of industry has to a great extent already destroyed it, and is still destroying it daily. Or do you mean the modern bourgeois private property? But does wage labor create any property for the laborer? Not a bit. It creates capital, i.e., that kind of property which exploits wage labor, and which cannot increase except upon conditions of begetting a new supply of wage labor for fresh exploitation. Property, in its present form, is based on the antagonism of capital and wage labor.

K. Marx, F. Engels, The Communist Manifesto

"I've given up trying to be rigorous. All I'm concerned about is being right."
            -Steven Hawking

“Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us”.

Max Payne (the game) is full of great quotes.

Max Payne: He was trying to buy more sand for his hour glass. I wasn't selling any.

Max Payne: [narrating] There was no glory in this. I hadn't asked for this crap. Trouble had come to me, in big dark swarms. The good and the just, they were like gold dust in this city. I had no illusions. I was not one of them. I was no hero. Just me and the gun, and the crook. My options had decreased to a singular course.

Max Payne: They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark on everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger, and it was over.

Max Payne: I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men wings.

Max Payne: [narrating] Punchinello was burning to get me. The feeling was mutual. He was trying to put out my flames with gasoline.

T.S. Eliot - "The Hollow Men"

Mistah Kurtz—he dead.

      A penny for the Old Guy

      I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

      II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

      III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

      IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

      V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
                                Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.


James Joyce - "Finnegans Wake" (Second paragraph)

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