“From this moment on you are a rock. You absorb nothing, you say nothing, and nothing breaks you.”
“The road to power is paved with hypocrisy, and casualties.”
“For those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. There is but one rule: hunt or be hunted.”
“The best thing about human beings is that they stack so neatly.”
“The nature of promises, Linda, is that they remain immune to changing circumstances.”
“I’ve always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
“There are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering. I have no patience for useless things.”
“Our marriage is just for show. A commercial for how normal we are when we’re anything but.”
“I didn’t lose my job. It’s not like ‘Whoops! Where did my job go?’ I quit.”
“My name is Lester Burnham. This is my neighbourhood; this is my street; this is my life. I am 42 years old; in less than a year I will be dead.”
Who is Keyser Soze? He is supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody believed he was real. Nobody ever saw him or knew anybody that ever worked directly for him, but to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could have worked for Soze. You never knew. That was his power.
He lets the last Hungarian go. He waits until his wife and kids are in the ground and then he goes after the rest of the mob. He kills their kids, he kills their wives, he kills their parents and their parents’ friends. He burns down the houses they live in and the stores they work in, he kills people that owe them money. And like that he was gone. Underground. Nobody has ever seen him since. He becomes a myth, a spook story that criminals tell their kids at night. “Rat on your pop, and Keyser Soze will get you.” And no-one ever really believes.
After that my guess is that you will never hear from him again. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist. And like that… he is gone.
Before you go out and change the world, you have to ask yourself, “What do you really want?”
You’re happy. I hate that!
What, your job is unfair to you? Grow up, way it goes. People use you? Life’s unfair? Grow up, way it goes. Your girlfriend doesn’t love you? Tough shit, way it goes. Your wife gets raped and shot, and they leave their unfinished beers…
Look, I can appreciate this. I was young too, I felt just like you. Hated authority, hated all my bosses, thought they were full of shit. Look, it’s like they say, if you’re not a rebel by the age of 20, you got no heart, but if you haven’t turned establishment by 30, you’ve got no brains. Because there are no story-book romances, no fairy-tale endings. So before you run out and change the world, ask yourself, “What do you really want?”
Share this… their… their stinking longnecks just lying there on the gr – So be it. Way it goes.
It’s the way I feel about c. That we are given clues by a writer about someone’s essence or persona and it’s our job to try to figure out which of those clues are true, which of clues we decide to follow and which of those clues we think are red herrings, or only in the way another character thinks of that character.