“It can't rain all the time.”
“So the crow spirals down through a collapsed dream and the only sound it makes in like a concave scream.”
“We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain.”
“It's not death if you refuse it...
It is if you accept it.”
“Life is just a dream on the way to death.”
“Sarah: "Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever...”
“Childhood is over when you know you’re gonna die.”
“When sorrow comes, they come not single spies, but in battalions. I've allies in heaven, Jack, i've commrades in hell...say hello for me...”
“Funboy: Pal, something is seriously wrong with you.
The Crow: Atrocity has that effect on me.”
“Remember when you said "Mine?" and I said "Forever". You said "Only forver?" It's forever, now.”
“Sometimes I dream of sleepiness,
sometimes I feel like I'm alive.”
“Death, like virtue, has its degrees.”
“Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of all children. Do you understand? Do you understand?”
“I know why Jesus wept, motherfucker.”
“Life is lousy with hurt but it also shimmers with beauty.”
“Tonight, hell sends an angel bearing gifts...”
“Eric screams and screams and pounds his head against the wall until phantom fire trucks race across his vision. All he wants is pain. Pain and hate. Yes, hate. But never fear. Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets.”
“ICH BENDÜRFNES JESUS CHRISTUS HANGELENK
MEIN GEBEIN WEINEN
ODLAND, KRIEGSBIET, LEBENWEISE
GESCHWINDIGKEIT, HALBMESSER, ABSTEIG
GNAPENSTOB”
“...the girl.. her name was Shelly...”
“Mira chico, aparta esa pistola. Las balas no me detienen, las navajas no me hieren... Mira...¡Mírame! Soy el error del piloto, soy la malformación del feto, soy el cromosoma aleatorio... soy la más completa y total locura... soy el miedo...”
“Tell them I'm coming, mr. Jones.”
“He hears men's voices, shouts, so evil and grim he hears their names: Tin Tin, Fun Boy, T-Bird, Top Dollar and Tom Tom. The sounds sink into his heart like ice and brun in his head with a heat so intense it glows white.”
“More often than not, these attempts at sociability ended in painful silence. His old friends, who remembered him as a brilliant student and wickedly funny conversationalist, were appalled by what had happened to him. Tom had slipped from the ranks of the anointed, and his downfall seemed to shake their confidence in themselves, to open the door onto a new pessimism about their own prospects in life. It didn't help matters that Tom had gained weight, that his former plumpness now verged on an embarrassing rotundity, but even more disturbing was the fact that he didn't seem to have any plans, that he never spoke about how he was going to undo the damage he'd done to himself and get back on his feet. Whenever he mentioned his new job, he described it in odd, almost religious terms, speculating on such questions as spiritual strength and the importance of finding one's path through patience and humility, and this confused them and made them fidget in their chairs. Tom's intelligence had not been dulled by the job, but no one wanted to hear what he had to say anymore, least of all the women he talked to, who expected young men to be full of brave ideas and clever schemes about how they were going to conquer the world. Tom put them off with his doubts and soul-searchings, his obscure disquisitions on the nature of reality, his hesitant manner. It was bad enough that he drove a taxi for a living, but a philosophical taxi driver who dressed in army-navy clothes and carried a paunch around his middle was a bit too much to ask. He was a pleasant guy, of course, and no one actively disliked him, but he wasn't a legitimate candidate?not for marriage, not even for a crazy fling.”
“It’s amazing,” he whispered, “to know that my purpose in life is sitting in front of me.”
“It was dark, so I couldn't make out much of her face, but she had brilliant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun altogether.”
“Now he knew that any memories he might cherish during the last years of his life would be only fictions from a biography he'd never lived.”
“...when one is alone it is impossible to be dead.”
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