The Dead Zone

We all do what we can, and it has to be good enough, and if it isn't good enough, it has to do.

Ninety-five percent of people who walk the earth are simply inert. One percent are saints, and one percent are assholes. The other three percent are people who do what they say they can do.

Because things like this you can only ssay once. And you either get it wrong or right, it's the end either way, because it's too hard to ever try to say again.

She suddenly realized she was sitting in an apartment by herself late at night, eating an apple and watching a movie on TV that she cared nothing about, and doing it all because it was easier than thinking, thinking was so boring really, when all you had to think about was yourself and your lost love.

Nothing is ever lost, Sarah. Nothing that can't be found.

PRECOGNITION, TELEPATHY, BULLSHIT! EAT MY DONG, YOU EXTRASENSORY TURKEY!

I’m a man of the world, and all that means is I understand what powers the world. The fuel mix is one part high-octane to nine parts pure bullshit.

I'm going out for a bottle of champagne. We're going to get bombed.

What would his father do then? Go on, Johnny supposed. People had a way of doing that, just going on, pushing through with no particular drama, no big drumrolls.

You ought to sue that son of a whore

The crowd had the plump, righteous, slightly constipated look that seems the exclusive province of businessmen who belong to the GOP.

...95% of the people who walk the earth are inert, Johnny. 1% are saints, and 1% are assholes. The other 3% do what they say they can do.

Did I grow a third eye?

A charming eccentric, a piece of blank paper on which the electorate could write its message: You other guys are so wasted that we decided to elect this fool for two years instead.

The first slow, scalding tears began to come. “Oh Johnny,” she said. “Everything was supposed to be different, wasn’t it? It wasn’t supposed to end like this.” She lowered her head, her throat working painfully - and to no effect. The sobs came anyway, and the bright sunlight broke into prisms of light. The wind, which had seemed so warm and Indian summery, now seemed as chill as February on her wet cheeks.

Gott ist ein echter Sportsgeist. Er ist so ein Sportsgeist, dass er eine Welt wie aus einer komischen Oper zusammengebastelt hat, in der Christbaumkugeln aus Glas älter werden als man selbst. Hübsche Welt, und ein wirklich erstklassiger Gott, der dafür verantwortlich ist.

Basta de discusión.. intervino Herb Las familias no deberían discutir, y los huracanes no deberían soplar.. pero soplan todos los años

Y en otros momentos me parece que aquella época está a sólo un palmo de distancia, casi al alcance de la mano, y que si pudiera rodearte con los brazos o tocar tu mejilla o tu nuca, podría transportarte conmigo a un futuro diferente donde no existirían el dolor ni la oscuridad ni las opciones amargas.

He is a mechanic of the brain. He has cut it to piecese and found no soul. Therefore there is none. Like the Russian astronauts who circled the earth and did not see God. It is the empiricism of the mechanic, and a mechanic is only a child with superior motor control.

Y en otros momentos me parece que aquella época está a sólo un palmo de distancia, casi al alcance de la mano, y que si pudiera rodearte con los brazos o tocar tu mejilla o tu nuca, podría transportarte conmigo a un futuro diferente donde no existirían el dolor ni la oscuridad ni las opciones amargas. Bueno, todos hacemos lo que podemos, y eso debe bastarnos..., y si no nos basta, debemos resignamos. Sólo espero que tengas el mejor recuerdo posible de mí.

Todos hacemos lo que podemos, y eso debe bastarnos... y si no nos basta, debemos resignamos. Nunca se pierde nada, Sarah. Nada que no se pueda hallar.