Quotes
- Thats ok, I said it, I'll say it again ~Open Hand
- How steep, how steep we are ~Sparta
- I eat my own blood and get filled up on getting filled up. I get filled up on me and then ~Modest Mouse
- I'm cringing for myself when I cringe for you ~Ok Go
- True and Stale ~Sparta
- A good man is easy to kill ~Beulah
- i turn black i turn stars i turn you and i can wait around ~Hot Water Music
- I know my head, at least i thought i did ~Good Riddance
- Pow, to the moon ~Christopher Walken
- Laugh hard, it's a long ways to the bank. ~Modest Mouse
- Hello, mother leopard, i have your cub. you must protect her. but that will be expensive- 10,000 cola nuts wrapped in brown paper. midnight. behind the box. i'll be the heyena. you'll see. ~At the Drive In
- What a lousy earth! He wondered how many people were destitute that same night even in his own prosperous country, how many homes were shanties, how many husbands were drunk and wives socked, and how many children were bullied, abused or abandoned. How many families hungered for food they could not afford to buy? How many hearts were broken? How many suicides would take place that same night, how many people would go insane? How many cockroaches and landlords would triumph? How many winners were losers, successes failures, rich men poor men? How many wise guys were stupid? How many happy endings were unhappy endings? How many honest men liars, brave men cowards, loyal men traitors, how many sainted men were corrupt, how many people in positions of trust had sold their souls to blackguards for petty cash, how many had never had souls? How many straight-and-narrow paths were crooked paths? How many best families were worst families and how many good people were bad people? When you added them all up and then subtracted, you might be left with only the children, and perhaps with Albert Einstein and an old violinist or sculptor somewhere. ~Catch 22
- When you're the champ, it's better to step down on the best day you've had than to wait until its starting to leave you. ~Hemingway
- Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.But why would I want to do a thing like that? ~Trainspotting
- The question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far as is needed? ~The Boondock Saints
- I feel all thin, sort of stretched: . . . like butter that has been scraped over too much bread ~Lord of the Rings
- But it is the way of my people to use light words at such times and say less than we mean. We fear to say too much. It robs us of the right words when a jest is out of place. ~Lord of the Rings
- I will go in this way, and find my own way out. ~DMB
- And for a moment, this good time, would never end
- A Secret Lair isn't so secret with a couple of hundred ex-construction workers wandering the globe, telling bar patrons about the secret shark trap you built into your underwater grotto. That's why it's vital to mind Helpful Tip #12:
ALWAYS KILL OFF YOUR CONSTRUCTION CREW ONCE YOUR LAIR IS COMPLETE!
In my experience, the best way to do this is to offer them all a trip home on a luxury liner -- a luxury liner with a hull lined with C4, that is. BWA HA HA HA ha ha ha ha ha!
-- Lord Vilhelm Von Superschuft, Committee of Evil
