Carrie: Actually, my heaviest relationship was with an acid-rock singer… named Robert Crumly. We were together, oh, eight-and-a-half days. God, I really thought that was it.
Bandit: And?
Carrie: One day, I came home and found him in the shower… with a girl… and her mother!
Bandit: Well, at least he kept it in the family.

Bandit:
For the good old American life: For the money, for the glory, and for the fun… mostly for the money.

Big Enos: Son, you’re looking at a legend.
Little Enos: I guess a legend and an out-of-work bum look a lot a like, daddy.

Sheriff Branford: The fact that you are a sheriff is not germane to the situation.Buford T.
Justice: The god damn Germans got nothin’ to do with it.

Cledus Snow: Besides, I can’t go with you. I got to go to Conyers in the morning and pick up a load of manure.
Bandit: Um, shitty job.

Bandit: Snowman, you got your ears on?
Cledus Snow: You lucky devil, you got him! Where the hell are you?

This happens every time one of these floozies starts poontangin’ around with those show folk fags.

Junior: My hat blew off, daddy.Buford T.
Justice: I hope your g*dd*mn head was in it.

Bandit: Sheriff, uh, Buford T. Justice, please.Buford T.
Justice: Who there?
Bandit: This is Bandit Darville talkin’.Buford T.
Justice: Where are you, you sombitch?
Bandit: Before I tell you where I am, Sheriff, there’s just one thing I wanna say. You must be part coon dog, ’cause I’ve been chased by the best of them, and son, you make ’em look like they’re all runnin’ in slow motion. I just wanna say that.Buford T.
Justice: Well, thank you, Mr. Bandit. And as the pursuer, may I say you’re the goddamnedest pursuee I’ve ever pursued. Now that the mutual bullsh*t is over, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SOMBITCH?

You sum-bitches couldn’t close an umbrella.

Carrie: You have a great profile.
Bandit: Yeah, I do, don’t I? Especially from the side.
Carrie: Well, at least we agree on something.
Bandit: Yeah. We both like half of my face.

Bandit: You must be in a hell of a hurry, huh, Sheriff?Buford T.
Justice: You bet your *ss on that, boy.

You sum b*tch. You did that on purpose. You’re going away ’till you’re gray. I got the evidence.

Bandit: Now, gettin’ to Texarkana and back in 28 hours, that’s no problem.
Little Enos: It ain’t never been done before, hot sh*t.
Bandit: Watch your language, little lady.

Give me a diablo sandwich, a Dr. Pepper, and make it quick, I’m in a god-damn hurry.

Little Enos: Well, if you can’t do it…
Bandit: That’s real good psychology. Why don’t you say something bad about my mother?
Little Enos: Your momma is so ugly…

What the hell is the world coming to?

Daddy! Wait! Who’s gonna hold your hat?

Buford T.
Justice: Hey boy, where is Sheriff Branford at?
Sheriff Branford: I AM Sheriff Branford.Buford T.
Justice: Oh, pardon me. For some reason you sounded a little taller on radio.

Cledus Snow: Whoa!
Cledus Snow: I just passed another Kojack with a Kodak, this place is crawling with bears, where the hell are you?

I’m gonna barbecue your *ss in molasses.

Bandit: Cledus, get the money.
Little Enos: How ’bout double or nothin’?
Bandit: Wait a minute. What about double or nothin’?
Little Enos: You run up to Boston, and bring back some clam chowder for me and my daddy.
Carrie: You’re on.
Bandit: Uh, you’re on.
Big Enos: In 18 hours?
Bandit: You’re still on.

Buford T.
Justice: And don’t go home, and don’t go to eat, and don’t play with yourself. It wouldn’t look nice on my highway.Buford T.
Justice: Now, you can THINK about it… but don’t do it!

Just keep your eye out for that Mr. Bandit b*st*rd!

Buford T.
Justice: Nobody, and I mean NOBODY makes Sheriff Buford T. Justice look like a possum’s pecker.
Junior: Except for that…Buford T.
Justice: Shut your *ss.

Oh I love your suits. It must have been a b*tch to get a 68 Extra Fat and a 12 Dwarf.

Duck, or you’ll be talkin’ out your *ss.

Cledus Snow: Atlanta to Texarkana and back in twenty eight hours? That ain’t never been done before.
Bandit: That’s cause *we* ain’t never done it.
Cledus Snow: Suppose we don’t make it?
Bandit: Hey, we ain’t never not made it before, have we?

Waynette Snow: No, Bandit! Not this time! Cledus is not goin’ with you! He got in enough trouble last time! Dammit, Bandit, look at me when I’m talking to you!
Bandit: I find it hard to look at you, Waynette. With all those curlers in your hair, you look like you’re tryin’ to pick up a radio station in Savannah.

Carrie: Don’t you ever take off that stupid hat?
Bandit: I take my hat off for one thing, one thing only.
Carrie: Oh…
Carrie: Take your hat off.
Carrie: I mean, If you want to…
Bandit: I want to.

Gimme $500 on the Bandit.

There’s no way, no WAY that you came from my loins.

Buford T.
Justice: You want something?
Junior: Hush puppies, daddy.Buford T.
Justice: We don’t got time for that crap! Dumb sumbitch!

I think I’m in love with your belt buckle.

There is no way, NO way that you came from my loins. The first thing I’m gonna do when I get home is punch your momma in the mouth.

Bandit: What the hell was that?
Carrie: A left. Or a half a U.

Bandit: I’m goin’ to need a fast car.
Bandit: Faster than that.
Little Enos: I’d like to kick his *ss just one time.

Bandit: What do you think they do for excitement in this town?
Cledus Snow: Probably sit around and watch the cars rust.

That’s an attention-getter.

What we’re dealing with here is a complete lack of respect for the law.

(To Victor, after he calls her “Miss Everglot) Perhaps, in view of the circumstances…you could call me Victoria. *smiles*

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
for if someone gets too close to her,

the pins stick further in.

Visions are worth fighting for. Why spend your life making someone else’s dreams?

When you’re talking about Tim Burton, you’re talking about a guy that has such a visual sense, an aesthetic, a storytelling style. It’s like he’s got his own genre.

I am definitely a Tim Burton fan. I had seen ‘Edward Scissorhands’ enough times to know it by heart. That’s exciting: to work on something you feel like you really get.

I’ve always been more comfortable making my decisions from the subconscious level, or more emotionally, because I find it is more truthful to me; Intellectually, I don’t think like that because I get uncomfortable.

Tim Burton is an artist who has had a huge influence on me. I definitely share his sensibility. It’s a joyful approach to darkness.

I try not to go back in retrospect and say oh, I shouldn’t have done this or shouldn’t have done that. You make your decisions and you live by them.

I am not a big technology person. I don’t go on the Internet really much at all. Drawing is like a zen thing; it’s private, which in this day and age is harder to come by.

It’s hard to find logic in things sometimes. That’s why I can’t analyze things too much, because it often doesn’t make much sense.

I don’t know what it was, maybe the movie theaters in my immediate surrounding neighbourhood in Burbank, but I never saw what would be considered A movies.

My diagnosis,” he said
“for better or worse,
is that your son is the result
of an old pharaoh’s curse.

It’s good as an artist to always remember to see things in a new, weird way.

I was a bride. My dreams were taken from me. But now – now I’ve stolen them from someone else. I love you, Victor, but you are not mine.

When I’m done with my last album, I want to make a movie with Tim Burton telling the story of all of the albums connected. That’s my biggest dream.

*crawls out from underneath table, after all the dead people interrupt the wedding reception* That’s it. We’re going to take whatever money we can and get out of here.

I thought ‘Charlie And The Chocolate Factory’ was terrible. I’m a big fan of Johnny Depp and Tim Burton, so I don’t know what went wrong with that.

When you’re making a movie, it’s a very interiorised world.

Stick boy liked match girl,
he liked her a lot.
he liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.

but could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
it did quite literally;
he burned up quick.

I’ve worked with Tim Burton five times, and it’s just like being part of a family; life doesn’t get much better than that.

Don’t worry about how you ‘should’ draw it. Just draw it the way you see it.

When I was a kid I always wanted to be a mad scientist. I don’t know… a regular scientist just was no one.

Most people say about graveyards: “Oh, it’s just a bunch of dead people. It’s creepy.” But for me, there’s an energy to it that it not creepy, or dark. It has a positive sense to it.

If I hadn’t just been sitting in it, I’d say you’ve lost your mind.

I went and met with Tim Burton for the role of Batman. But I just couldn’t really take it seriously; any man who wears his underpants outside his pants just cannot be taken seriously.

I was a big fan of the Tim Burton films. I really liked the character. And I remember thinking the Batmobile was very cool.

Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any.

I did some sports. It was a bit frustrating. I wasn’t the greatest sports person.

I’m a happy-go-lucky manic-depressive. It does get very deep and dark for me, and it gets scary at times when I feel I can’t pull out of it. But I don’t consider myself negative-negative. I’m positive-negative.

I don’t consider ‘American Rose’ to be a biography so much as a microcosm of 20th-century America, told through Gypsy’s tumultuous life – it’s ‘Horatio Alger meets Tim Burton.’

When I was growing up, Dr. Seuss was really my favorite. There was something about the lyrical nature and the simplicity of his work that really hit me.

From that moment on, batman returns was destined to become what it ultimately turned out to be: un film de tim burton…with batman in it.

Anybody with artistic ambitions is always trying to reconnect with the way they saw things as a child.

Son, are you happy?
i don’t mean to pry,
but do you dream of heaven?
have you ever wanted to die?.

Mad matter: “have I gone mad?”
alice: “i’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But i’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

My favorite movies are from directors that have a vision, like Wes Anderson or Tim Burton.

I never saw Frankenstein or King Kong or the Creature from the Black Lagoon as bad guys. They were the good guys.

I’m being photographed, worrying about my hair – and yet here I am, I’ve directed a feature film, why do I care about the way I look? Who cares? Does Tim Burton care? Does Joel Coen?

I’ve always been misrepresented. You know, I could dress in a clown costume and laugh with the happy people but they’d still say i’m a dark personality.

I always wonder why some people see things as weird and some people don’t.

I like the challenge of doing things you know that you maybe shouldn’t do.

I’m gonna go live in a cave, just completely live in my interior world.

How many chances to you get to make a musical about a serial killer? The minute Tim Burton approached me, I was in.

Johnny Depp is somebody I really love working with because he doesn’t care how he looks. He wants to become weird characters and I like that.

I was very lucky because Tim Burton really gave me a career. I don’t think Hollywood would’ve known what to do with me. If I hadn’t done ‘Beetlejuice,’ I think I would’ve just gone back to my school.

I think a lot of kids feel alone and slightly isolated and in their own world.

Everything in this room is edible. Even i’m edible. But, that would be called canibalism. It is looked down upon in most societies.

Tim also has enough confidence so that it always looks like a Tim Burton film, but it really is collaborative. You’re allowed to do it your way but of course he’s always going to choose his way.

But first! A toast, to Emily. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride! Tell me my dear, can a heart still break once it’s stopped beating?

If youve ever had that feeling of loneliness, of being an outsider, it never quite leaves you. You can be happy or successful or whatever, but that thing still stays within you.

They took a baseball bat
and whacked open his head.
mummy boy fell to the ground;
he finally was dead.
inside of his head
were no candy or prizes,
just a few stray beetles
of various sizes.

I’ve got a… I’ve got a dwarf, and I’m not afraid to use him!

Whenever anybody asked me, ‘Who is your number one director to work with?’ I would always say Tim Burton.

You’re entirely bonkers. But i’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

I was betrothed, once along time ago but tragedy bestowed my love.

I get so tired of people saying, ‘Oh, you only make fantasy films and this and that’, and I’m like, ‘Well no, fantasy is reality’, that’s what Lewis Carroll showed in his work.

First of all, you make a movie that you want to see and then you just hope for the best.

Live people ignore the strange and unusual. I myself, am strange and unusual.

My name is jimmy,
but my friends just call me
the hideous penguin boy.

There are not many A-list directors who get to make the movies they want to make. I know two: Woody Allen and Tim Burton. Two different textures, but both get to do what they want, and that’s rare.

Maybe it’s just in America, but it seems that if you’re passionate about something, it freaks people out. You’re considered bizarre or eccentric. To me, it just means you know who you are.

[Bonejangles creeps up behind Finnis; his eye falls into Finnis’ bowl] There’s an eye in me soup.

It’s great when you know somebody and they keep surprising you.

I spent so long in the darkness….I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is!

But she knows she has a curse on her, a curse she cannot win. For if someone gets too close to her, the pins stick further in.

There’s something quite exciting when you have a history with somebody and you see them do new and different things.

A lot of things you see as a child remain with you… you spend a lot of your life trying to recapture the experience.

Die, die, we all pass away. Don’t wear a frown ’cause it’s really okay. You might try and hide, and you might and pray, but we all end up the remains of the day.

These last few years, working with Tim Burton, it’s been the best time I’ve ever had.

I can’t remember any dreams in my life. There’s so much strange in real life that it often seems like a dream.

It’s true, Victor married a dead woman! I saw her. We need to save him.

What a story it is. A tragic tale of romance, passion, and murder most foul.

I’ve found that the people who play villains are the nicest people in the world and people who play heroes are jerks.

When you’re on film or TV, essentially you’re in front of the camera. Unless it’s a Tim Burton thing, the desire is to be real and grounded.

I always had trouble with the bruce wayne in the comic book,” burton said. “i mean, if this guy is so handsome, so rich, and so strong, why the f*ck is he putting on a batsuit?.

I never really consider myself as a great artist. I just always like to draw.

I would love to work with Tim Burton. I think we would be very good together.

Son, are you happy? I don’t mean to pry, but do you dream of Heaven? Have you ever wanted to die?

I was never interested in what everybody else was interested in. I was very interiorized. I always felt kind of sad.

I never really got nightmares from movies. In fact, I recall my father saying when I was three years old that I would be scared, but I never was.

And I jack, the pumpkin king, have grown so tired of the same old thing…

Oh, Hildegarde, what if….what if Victor and I don’t….like each other?

I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.

Excuse me. You don’t know me, but I used to live in your dead mother.

People told me I couldn’t kill nicholson, so I cast him in two roles and killed him off twice.

My wife can’t cook at all. She made chocolate mousse. An antler got stuck in my throat.

Honestly, I just go to restaurants to eat so I won’t die. If there was a pill I could take in January and then I wouldn’t have to eat again for the rest of the year, I would take it. Of course, I wouldn’t want to sacrifice my chocolate cake and ice cream.

Eating chocolate can have significant influences on mood, generally leading to an increase in pleasant feelings and a reduction in tension.

Chocolate is an antidepressant, which is especially useful as you start to gain weight.

Chocolate is a perfect food, as wholesome as it is delicious, a beneficent restorer of exhausted power…it is the best friend of those engaged in literary pursuits.

You want to give me chocolate and flowers? That would be great. I love them both. I just don’t want them out of guilt, and I don’t want them if you’re not going to give them to all the people who helped mother our children.

I adore dark chocolate.

Chocolate says “i’m sorry” so much better than words.

My music is like a baby pink frosted cake with sprinkles, but when you cut into it, there’s a gooey, dark chocolate center.

Always serve too much hot fudge sauce on hot fudge sundaes.
it makes people overjoyed, and puts them in your debt.

If there’s no chocolate in heaven, i’m not going.

I used to dirt bike a lot. I can’t do that anymore. Can’t eat a whole lot of chocolate anymore, either. I can’t be in ‘Indiana Jones’ and be a fatso!

Chemically speaking, chocolate really is the world’s perfect food.

The end is nigh!” the man shouted.
“is there still time for hot chocolate?” riley asked.
the-end-is-nigh guy blinked. “ah, maybe, I don’t know.

I honestly eat chocolate all day long. I do realize how blessed I am to be able to eat what I want and not have to live in the gym.

I think that Shake Shack wouldn’t exist had it not been for Twitter. I don’t think you would have gotten a hundred New Yorkers to stand in line for an hour if they couldn’t have made their time really productive and organized snowball fights, ordered free hot chocolate, and, you know, Instagrammed photos.

Chocolate is like medicine – but as with medicine, the key is the proper dose. Don’t overdo it.

I hate going out for lunch during a workday because it slows down my pace and ruins my rhythm. I prefer to eat at my desk. Actually, I wander around the design studio with a plate in my hand as I dine on, for example, salmon sashimi and a salad of tomatoes and mozzarella. I often have a bit of dark chocolate after lunch.

More than any other food, chocolate delights and enchants … chocolate tantalizes and it comforts. Chocolate has soothed fretful children and welcomed tired travelers; mountain climbers have saved their last piece of chocolate to celebrate reaching new heights; suitors have given chocolate to show the depth of their devotion. Chocolate has been used as a stimulant, an aphrodisiac, and [even] a form of currency.

Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.

Your hand and your mouth agreed many years ago that, as far as chocolate is concerned, there is no need to involve your brain.

Caramels are only a fad. Chocolate is a permanent thing.

You know, I live a monastic lifestyle. No, I do. I do live in extremes, basically. I go back and forth. Once every six months, I’ll have a day where I eat more chocolate than has ever been consumed by a human being.

Anything is good if it’s made of chocolate.

Chocolate is cheaper than therapy and you don’t need an appointment.

You know an odd feeling? Sitting on the toilet eating a chocolate candy bar.

Chocolate causes certain endocrine glands to secrete hormones that affect your feelings and behavior by making you happy. Therefore, it counteracts depression, in turn reducing the stress of depression. Your stress-free life helps you maintain a youthful disposition, both physically and mentally. So, eat lots of chocolate!

My beauty secret is… nothing! I don’t drink too much water. I don’t eat very well. Sometimes I cheat and grab some chocolate. The best thing is to eat what you want, but not very much.

Researchers have discovered that chocolate produces some of the same reactions in the brain as marijuana. The researchers also discovered other similarities between the two but can’t remember what they are.

I’m grateful for every day I’m still alive. Everything is still working. I attribute it to eating a lot of processed foods. I think it’s the preservatives that keep me going. That, and I eat as much chocolate as I can get my hands on.

Coffee and chocolate—the inventor of mocha should be sainted.

Chocolate knows no boundaries; speaks all languages; comes in all sizes; is woven through many cultures and disciplines … it impacts mood, health, and economics, and it is a part of our lives from early childhood through the elderly years.

Whether it’s the experiments on ‘MythBusters’ or my earlier work in special effects for movies, I’ve regularly had to do things that were never done before, from designing complex motion-control rigs to figuring out how to animate chocolate.

I have to stop eating so much grilled cheese and chocolate chip cookies and start really working on everything!

A little chocolate is like a love affair – an occasional sweet release that lightens the spirit. A lot of chocolate is like marriage – it seems so good at first but before you know it you’ve got chunky hips and a waddle-walk.

Chocolate is nature’s way of making up for Mondays.

Strength is the capacity to break a hershey bar into four pieces with your bare hands – and then eat just one of the pieces.

There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.

Just the other day, I was in my neighborhood starbucks, waiting for the post office to open. I was enjoying a chocolatey cafe mocha when it occurred to me that to drink a mocha is to gulp down the entire history of the new world. From the spanish exportation of aztec cacao, and the dutch invention of the chemical process for making cocoa, on down to the capitalist empire of hershey, pa, and the lifestyle marketing of seattle’s starbucks, the modern mocha is a bittersweet concoction of imperialism, genocide, invention, and consumerism served with whipped cream on top.

After eating chocolate you feel godlike, as though you can conquer enemies, lead armies, entice lovers.

My greatest strength is common sense. I’m really a standard brand – like Campbell’s tomato soup or Baker’s chocolate.

It’s not that chocolates are a substitute for love. Love is a substitute for chocolate. Chocolate is, let’s face it, far more reliable than a man.

When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

I love eating chocolate cake and ice cream after a show. I almost justify it in my mind as, ‘You were a good boy onstage and you did your show, so now you can have some cake and ice cream.’

I was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.

Carefully prepared chocolate is as healthful a food as it is pleasant; that it is nourishing and easily digested; that it does not cause the same harmful effects to feminine beauty which are blamed on coffee, but is on the contrary a remedy for them.

Will looked horrified. “what kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?.

Can I come back and see you sometime?”
“long as you bring me some chocolate,” gramma said, and smiled. “i’m partial to chocolate.”
“gramma, you’re diabetic.”
“i’m old, girl. Gonna die of something. Might as well be chocolate.

The greatest tragedies were written by the greeks and shakespeare…neither knew chocolate.

Switzerland is a place where they don’t like to fight, so they get people to do their fighting for them while they ski and eat chocolate.

I think I do myself a disservice by comparing myself to Steve Jobs and Walt Disney and human beings that we’ve seen before. It should be more like Willy Wonka… and welcome to my chocolate factory.

Let’s face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me.

Do I have chocolate chip cookies? Yes, I do. Do I have mint chocolate chip milkshakes? Yes, I do. I love them. They are fantastic. But when I have them, they’re worth it. I earned them. I did something. I worked out super hard. I stayed clean on food.

Chocolate makes everyone smile-even bankers.

Reminiscent of childhood memories, luxury, sweetness and sensuality, chocolate is more than just a food–it is therapy.

I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would’ve been constantine’s voice singing. If singing was a color, it would’ve been the color of that chocolate.

Yes, boys are a little like shoes. Why? well…they can be useful. But mainly…they are nice to look at. Getting the right one can be a lovely accessory to an outfit. There are times when you couldn’t do without them. And there are times when you’d rather do without them. Get the wrong ones and they can hurt. There are many types and often the ones that look the nicest are completely unpractical.

When you select the right kind of chocolate it is like giving your insides a hug. Everyone needs a chocolate hug.

Without pain, how could we know joy?’ this is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

Don’t wreck a sublime chocolate experience by feeling guilty.
chocolate isn’t like premarital sex. It will not make you pregnant.
and it always feels good.

What you see before you, my friend, is the result of a lifetime of chocolate.

Chocolate: the poor mans’ champagne.

Chocolate is ground from the beans of happiness.

I feel like there is this weird thing where celebrity involvement in political campaigns kind of goes together like peanut butter and chocolate. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad.

May your life be filled, as mine has been, with love and laughter; and remember, when things are rough all you need is … Chocolate.

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.

Mentioning violence to bruce was like mentioning chocolate sauce to a six-year-old.

The superiority of chocolate, both for health and nourishment, will soon give it the same preference over tea and coffee in America which it has in Spain.

The 12-step chocolate program: never be more than 12 steps away from chocolate!.

As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter a, e, or u is the proper time for chocolate.

Look, there’s no metaphysics on earth like chocolates.

I snack on sauteed peanuts, a whole fruit, lots of cheese – especially goat cheese – with multi-grain crackers and dark chocolate. These are my weaknesses. I make it a point to eat every two hours.

Every now and then, i’ll run into someone who claims not to like chocolate, and while we live in a country where everyone has the right to eat what they want, I want to say for the record that I don’t trust these people, that I think something is wrong with them, and that they’re probably – and this must be said – total duds in bed.

Remember the days when you let your child have some chocolate if he finished his cereal? Now, chocolate is one of the cereals.

Hot fudge fills deep needs.

Giving chocolate to others is an intimate form of communication, a sharing of deep, dark secrets

Chocolate is the first luxury. It has so many things wrapped up in it: deliciousness in the moment, childhood memories, and that grin-inducing feeling of getting a reward for being good.

He showed the words “chocolate cake” to a group of americans and recorded their word associations. “guilt” was the top response. If that strikes you as unexceptional, consider the response of french eaters to the same prompt: “celebration.

I don’t really work out. I eat a lot of sweets. I have chocolate all over my house.

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

I have no ambition in this world but one, and that is to be a fireman. The position may, in the eyes of some, appear to be a lowly one; but we who know the work which the fireman has to do believe that his is a noble calling. Our proudest moment is to save lives. Under the impulse of such thoughts, the nobility of the occupation thrills us and stimulates us to deeds of daring, even of supreme sacrifice.

Nothing cries out for compassion, concern, and danger as a fire engine screams by carrying firefighters ready to do battle without flinching from any demand.

One thing that’s great about firefighters: If they don’t have the equipment they desperately need, they don’t have the help, they don’t care. They’ll do it on their own.

Firemen are going to get killed. When they join the department they face that fact. When a man becomes a fireman his greatest act of bravery has been accomplished. What he does after that is all in the line of work. They were not thinking of getting killed when they went where death lurked. They went there to put the fire out, and got killed. Firefighters do not regard themselves as heroes because they do what the business requires.

As the member of a firefighter family myself, supporting the widowed families of rescue workers is an important, personal cause of mine.

Those two songs condense the two albums. They also show what the audiences wanted. I was desperate to keep the band together and find something that the public would like.

I wanted to buy a candle holder, but the store didn’t have one. So I got a cake.

I’m so proud of Maryland’s firefighters, risking their lives to protect others, but we need to protect our protectors with the best equipment training and resources.

Our firefighters are our last line of defense, baby.

The people that are serving you gas, the people that are in your restaurants serving you, the firefighters, and police officers are members of the gay and lesbian community. They’re members of our broader community.

Police officers, firefighters, EMTs they are all out there every single day literally just a phone call away for anyone who needs them.

Courage is not the absence of fear…

I used to go and flatten my nose against that window and absorb all I could of his art. It changed my life. I saw art then as I wanted to see it.

Firefighters are essential to the safety and security of our local communities. We owe it to these men and women to provide them with better training and equipment so they can do their jobs more effectively and safely.

Being a firefighter is as close as you get to being a modern day soldier in your home country.

That’s the life, being a fireman. It sure beats being a ballplayer. I’d rather be a fireman.

Having dealt with a lot of real firefighters, I know there are a lot of guys who, for lack of a better term, become addicted to the grief because it has kept them connected to these guys that they felt responsible for having lost.

Once you have a firefighter in your family, your family and the families from his crew become one big extended family.

Firefighter is one of the few jobs kind enough to warn me away by containing two words I’m not interested in, unlike the deceptive bookkeeper.

My dad’s a firefighter, so I know what it’s like for policemen and firefighters to be on their own on Christmas Day.

The special ops guys and the firefighters around the world have this great phrase. They say, ‘Slow is smooth, and smooth is fast,’ and that is true. Everything I’ve accomplished in my life has been because of that attitude.

It’s an interesting thing to play the heroes of our society, like cops and firefighters. They’re the basic heroes that, as little boys and little girls, you look up to as the first heroes of your small, specific community.

Every firefighter knows that he is always susceptible to this type of tragedy. They go to work every day knowing that they are doing something so positive, that people really respect them and appreciate them.

It would be great if firefighters across the country had the guarantee that they would be making enough money to support their family right from the get-go, but that’s not the case.

My father’s a firefighter. He was my whole life. And my brother-in-law and several family members are firefighters.

The innovative leader has to be an arsonist and a firefighter.

Fireman never know what they will encounter on each call but proceed with the same level of commitment and service.

In fire you can plan everything out to the minute, and a minute before that everything changes.

When you think of the sacrifices our firefighters make, think about the service of soldiers in foreign lands and listen to their lives, you have to be careful that whatever you do, don’t cast a shadow on what these great people do.

A good firefighter knows how, an educated firefighter knows why.

Writing became an obsessive compulsive habit but I had almost no money so I thought about being an urban firefighter and having lots of free time in which to write or becoming an English teacher and thinking about books and writers on a daily basis. That swayed me.

What firefighters and people in our military and cops do is separate from what the rest of us do; basically these people say, ‘I’m going to protect all these strangers.

Kids are always asked, What are you going to be when you grow up? I needed an answer. So instead of saying, a fireman, or a policeman, I said, a reporter.

I can think of no more stirring symbol of man’s humanity to man than a fire engine.

But aloud the praises, and give the victor-crown. To our noble hearted Firemen, who fear not danger’s frown.

Firefighter required to perform all the necessary task in order to control an emergency situation.

Public-sector union organisers have told me about how firefighters, police officers, and nurses can no longer afford to live in the cities they serve and protect.

We can no longer tolerate losing one more innocent child or putting one more firefighter at risk in a fire that could have been prevented at the cost of pennies by making a couple simple changes to the construction of a cigarette.

My charity is in the business of helping firefighters in any way that we can. For instance, after 9/11 we were the second-fastest charity to raise and distribute money to the widows and surviving family members of the 343 firefighters who died that day.

I wanted to do everything. I wanted to be a pilot. I wanted to be a secret agent. I wanted to be a fireman and a doctor, all that. So I related that through movies and stuff.

Firefighters, police officers and state troopers place themselves in harm’s way every day, every week, every year.

How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes!

Firemen never die, they just burn forever in the hearts of the people whose lives they saved.

The hero is commonly the simplest and obscurest of men.

With better gear, firefighters no longer surround and drown a fire they go in.

Let me get this straight: I can’t defend the military because I didn’t serve. So does that mean I can’t support police officers or firefighters because I’ve never been one? How about teachers? Can I support them since I’ve never taught a class before?

You have to do something in your life that is honorable and not cowardly if you are to live in peace with yourself, and for the firefighter it is fire.

A fireman banged on my back door, and I couldn’t breathe. It scared me to death. I came out the back door, and it just took my breath.

My cousin Jerry Lucey and five other firefighters died in a warehouse fire in Worcester, Mass. – my hometown – right in the middle of our old neighborhood downtown when a homeless couple started a fire to keep warm and the entire building went up. My cousin died trying to save homeless people who had already left the building.

Police and firefighters are great, but they don’t create wealth. They protect it. That’s crucial. Teaching is a wonderful profession. Teachers help educate people to become good citizens so that citizens can then go create wealth. But they don’t create the wealth themselves.

My heroes are those who risk their lives every day to protect our world and make it a better place – police, firefighters and members of our armed forces.

True courage is being afraid, and going ahead and doing your job anyhow, that’s what courage is.

I love race car drivers, I love gymnastics, I love UFC, I love police officers, I love firefighters. I just try to give them the same enjoyment they give me.

Let me completely condemn these sickening scenes; scenes of looting, scenes of vandalism, scenes of thieving, scenes of people attacking police, of people even attacking firefighters. This is criminality pure and simple and it has to be confronted.

Remember the hours after September 11th when we came together as one to answer the attack against our homeland. We drew strength when our firefighters ran upstairs and risked their lives so that others might live; when rescuers rushed into smoke and fire at the Pentagon; when the men and women of Flight 93 sacrificed themselves to save our nation’s Capitol; when flags were hanging from front porches all across America, and strangers became friends. It was the worst day we have ever seen, but it brought out the best in all of us.

There are terrible, terrible memories of September 11th, things that I saw, people that I lost, the devastation, the identification of bodies. I mean, all these memories come back to you at different times. And then the other side of it this tremendous response with the firefighters and the police officers saving people, the rescue workers.

Why young men from the country become firefighters is hard to explain to people who are not from the country. For most of us, it’s not about the rush, which fades with time, or the paycheck. We could earn more working for the railroad or a car dealership. I figure it’s about the land.

Firefighters are some of the most selfless public servants you will ever encounter.

I talked to General Downer about some of the funding about the National Guard and some of the civil defense workers, the firefighters, the police officers, and the way that FEMA is making them spend that money. We have got a problem there.

Delaware’s firefighters put their lives in jeopardy every day in an effort to keep families safe.

In addition to my cousin, there were 30 or 40 guys I grew up with who became firefighters as well. So, I’ve been around firefighters all my life.

In the 9/11 Commission Report, one of the things they point out is that firefighters saved just about everybody below the fire. I don’t think they realize how proud the fire department is of that. Because, conceivably, that’s all they could have done. They could not have gotten above that fire.

If Prometheus was worthy of the wrath of heaven for kindling the first fire upon earth, how ought all the gods honor the men who make it their professional business to put it out?

They were involved in a firefight and felt they were surrounded. Whether they escaped from that and were fleeing and went in the wrong direction, we don’t know.

I never met anybody in my life who says, I want to be a critic. People want to be a fireman, poet, novelist.

Firefighters are indispensable foot soldiers here at home.

When a man becomes a fireman his greatest act of bravery has been accomplished. What he does after that is all in the line of work.

Firefighters don’t go on strike.

Fire itself is very beautiful, and there’s an attachment to fire that firefighters have.

Both my mother and father were very supportive of any career move any of us wanted to make.

Athletes and musicians make astronomical amounts of money. People get paid $100 million to throw a baseball! Shouldn’t we all take less and pass some of that money onto others? Think about firefighters, teachers and policemen. We should celebrate people that are intellectually smart and trying to make this world a better place.

Elizabeth Taylor is, in my opinion, the greatest actress in film history. She instinctively understands the camera and its nonverbal intimacies. Opening her violet eyes, she takes us into the liquid realm of emotion, which she inhabits by Pisces intuition. Richard Burton said that Taylor showed him how to act for the camera. Economy and understatement are essential. At her best, Elizabeth Taylor simply is. An electric, erotic charge vibrates the space between her face and the lens. It is an extra-sensory, pagan phenomenon.

Fact.
pisces is the most wobbly sign of the zodiac.

I am a pisces, a fish out of water, searching for a way back home.

It always amazes me to think that every house on every street is full of so many stories; so many triumphs and tragedies, and all we see are yards and driveways.

I’m a Pisces but I’d rather be a killa whale.

I’m a Pisces – emotional.

Being a typical Pisces, I might have experienced mood shifts, but I don’t remember any depression, or needing to do anything, or to have someone bring me out of being depressed.

We pisces, we’re a special breed.

Generally speaking, it is pisces who provides most of the emotional input into your relationship but that doesn’t mean the goat is unfeeling or insensitive. Moreover, it is the fish who provides the extreme highs and low in your relationship and, strangely enough, it is this rollercoaster ride that helps pisces cope with the monotony and routine and control that is the goat’s preferred way of living.

I don’t need the facts. I’m a pisces.

I’m a Pisces, so I’m a very closed-book kind of person.

We pisceans know how to swim without water.

I’m a Pisces, and Pisces have this weird inability to be completely spontaneous. We’re too conscious of our actions. I’ve always been way too sensible for my own good.

She eyes me like a pisces.

You possess a unique, innate ability to see most aspects of most situations all at once!.

The piscean age was and is about believing. The aquarian age is about knowing. We have a choice between being foolishly misguided and wisely fed.

I was always aware that jack loved women not only for their bodies but for the stories that came into being as they interacted with him–they were part of his “road,” the infinite range of experience that always had to remain open to fuel his work.

Chances are, while you can come across as introverted, the real reason for your apparent reserve is you’re happy to be the life of your own party (be it in your head or in your own space) rather than follow the crowd.

Yeah, I mean I’m a water sign. I’m a Pisces.

There is another side to the pisces nature and that is the brutal honesty that can catch others off guard.

On the one hand, you have a wonderfully caring, magnetic personality that draw people in close. On the other hand, you come across as standoffish, even reclusive. While both personalities are, in fact, who you are, at any one moment which side you show to the world depends on who you are with and the circumstances you are in.

The rules don’t keep us safe caledonia. We keep one another safe. If you’d trust us to do that, we wouldn’t need rules at all.

The world you are forced to inhabit does not match up to the world.

In real life, I am emotionally confused, which enables me to write songs. I’m a Pisces, and they say that Pisces are very sensitive. If men were just honest with themselves, they would see that they all have that side.

I mean, I grew up with pretty down-to-earth, atheist parents, but I was born a Pisces.

Not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.

You can get the monkey off your back, but the circus never leaves town.

I didn’t need to understand the hypostatic unity of the Trinity; I just needed to turn my life over to whoever came up with redwood trees.

I can tell you that what you’re looking for is already inside you.

You can safely assume you’ve created god in your own image when it turns out that god hates all the same people you do.

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

No” is a complete sentence.

You can either practice being right or practice being kind.

I don’t remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don’t even know exist until you love a child.

I do not know much about God and prayer, but I have come to believe over the last twenty-five years, that there’s something to be said about keeping prayer simple. Help, Thanks, Wow.

Sometimes I think that Jesus watches my neurotic struggles, and shakes his head and grips his forehead and starts tossing back mojitos.

Pay attention to the beauty surrounding you.

The whistle is always waiting to be blown, and in some ways, it gets me to do better work.

Your experiences will be yours alone. But truth and best friendship will rarely if ever disappoint you.

I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.

A good marriage is where both people feel like they’re getting the better end of the deal.

I do not understand the mystery of grace — only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.

People help you or you help them and when we offer or receive help, we take in each other. And then we are saved.

Forgiveness means it finally becomes unimportant that you hit back. You’re done. It doesn’t necessarily mean that you want to have lunch with the person. If you keep hitting back, you stay trapped in the nightmare…

Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.

I’m drawn to almost any piece of writing with the words ‘divine love’ and ‘impeachment’ in the first sentence. But I know the word ‘divine’ makes many progressive people run screaming for their cute little lives, and so one hesitates to use it.

My heart was broken and my head was just barely inhabitable.

Laughter is carbonated holiness.

When god is going to do something wonderful, he or she always starts with a hardship; when god is going to do something amazing, he or she starts with an impossibility.

The depth of the feeling continued to surprise and threaten me, but each time it hit again and I bore it…i would discover that it hadn’t washed me away.

Dogs are the closest we come to knowing the divine love of God on this side of eternity.

Courage is fear that has said its prayers.

Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.

It’s good to do uncomfortable things. It’s weight training for life.

Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.

Mine was a patchwork god, sewn together from bits of rag and ribbon, eastern and western, pagan and hebrew, everything but the kitchen sink and jesus.

Expectations are resentments under construction.

Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day numbness, silence.

Rule 1: When all else fails, follow instructions. And Rule 2: Don’t be an asshole.

And as it turns out, if one person is praying for you, buckle up. Things can happen.

Your inside person doesn’t age. Your inside person is soul, is heart, in the eternal now, the ageless, the old, the young, all the ages you’ve ever been.

I’m human, you’re human, let me greet your humanness. Let’s be people together for a while.

There is nothing as sweet as a comeback, when you are down and out, about to lose, and out of time.

A nun I know once told me she kept begging God to take her character defects away from her. After years of this prayer, God finally got back to her: I’m not going to take anything away from you, you have to give it to Me.

I know that sometimes these friends feel that they have been expelled from the ordinary world they lived in before and that they are now citizens of the land of the f*cked.

I think that is why we stay close to our families, no matter how neurotic the members, how deeply annoying or dull- because when people have seen you at your worst, you don’t have to put on the mask as much.

I smiled back at her. I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.

Who was it who said that forgiveness is giving up all hope of having had a different past?.

There is nothing more touching to me then a family picture where everyone is trying to look his or her best, but you can see what a mess they all really are.

Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul.

Some people won’t go the extra mile, and then on their birthday, when no one makes a fuss, they feel neglected and bitter.

It’s so awful, attacking your child. It’s the worse thing I know, to shout loudly at this 50 lb. Being with his huge trusting brown eyes. It’s like b*tch-slapping e.t.

This is one thing they forget to mention in most child-rearing books, that at times you will just lose your mind. Period.

Without using the word, everyone started forgiving each other again. Just like that, from the no of all nothingness: you have a big tense mess and out of it comes some joy. It must be magic.

Small is how blessings, healing, progress and increase occur.

The road to enlightenment is long and difficult, and you should try not to forget snacks and magazines.

It’s a great time to be alive.

Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone’s very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food.

You have to make mistakes to find out who you aren’t. You take the action, and the insight follows: You don’t think your way into becoming yourself.

Churches are good for prayer, but so are garages and cars and mountains and showers and dance floors.

We are not here to see through one another, but to see one another through.

…because when people have seen you at their worst, you don’t have to put on the mask as much.

Nothing heals us like letting people know our scariest parts: When people listen to you cry and lament, and look at you with love, it’s like they are holding the baby of you.

I am an Aries. Although I do not believe in astrology, I think this is exactly the right sign to have been born under.

But grace can be the experience of a second wind, when even though what you want is clarity and resolution, what you get is stamina and poignancy and the strength to hang on.

The reason I never give up hope is because everything is so basically hopeless.

Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns.

We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.

Again and again I tell God I need help, and God says, ‘Well, isn’t that fabulous? Because I need help too. So you go get that old woman over there some water, and I’ll figure out what we’re going to do about your stuff.

When you make friends with fear, it can’t rule you.

I was reminded of the Four Immutable Laws of the Spirit: Whoever is present are the right people. Whenever it begins is the right time. Whatever happens is the only thing that could have happened. And when it’s over, it’s over.

Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of god is glue.

…most of the time, all you have is the moment, and the imperfect love of the people around you.

Hope is not about proving anything. It’s about choosing to believe this one thing, that love is bigger than any grim, bleak sh*t anyone can throw at us.

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.

Forgiveness is giving up all hope of having had a better past.

When faced with a crisis, do three things: breathe, pray and be kind.

Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don’t make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit.

[her] work taught me that you could be all the traditional feminine things — a mother, a lover, a listener, a nurturer — and you could also be critically astute and radical and have a minority opinion that was profoundly moral.

Now she and I sit together in her room and eat chocolate, and I tell her that in a very long time when we both to go heaven, we should try to get chairs next to each other, close to the dessert table.

Hope begins in the dark.

The miracle is that we are here, that no matter how undone we’ve been the night before, we wake up every morning and are still here. It is phenomenal just to be.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.

The thing about light is that it really isn’t yours; it’s what you gather and shine back. And it gets more power from reflectiveness; if you sit still and take it in, it fills your cup, and then you can give it off yourself.

What’s the difference between you and God? God never thinks he’s you.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.

Sometimes I think God loves the ones who most desperately ache and are most desperately lost – his or her wildest, most messed-up children – the way you’d ache and love a screwed-up rebel daughter in juvenile hall.

… the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. [pp. 65-66]

Some people have a thick skin and you don’t. Your heart is really open and that is going to cause pain, but that is an appropriate response to this world. The cost is high, but the blessing of being compassionate is beyond your wildest dreams.

Callahan, I don’t want anymore trouble like you had in the Fillmore district. Understand? That’s my policy.

Harry Callahan: What’s that for?
Doctor: I’m going to cut open your trousers.
Harry Callahan: Save it. I’ll take ’em off.
Doctor: That’s gonna hurt.
Harry Callahan: For $29,50… let it hurt.

Couldn’t of happened to a nicer bunch of guys.

De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.
Callahan: Looks like we climb.
De Georgio: Uh-uh. Too much linguine. I’ll find another way.

Harry Callahan: Well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the b*st*rd. That’s my policy.
The Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that?
Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher’s knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn’t out collecting for the Red Cross!
The Mayor: He’s got a point.

A man’s got to know his limitations.

Harry Callahan: You know, you’re crazy if you think you’ve heard the last of this guy. He’s gonna kill again.
District Attorney Rothko: How do you know?
Harry Callahan: ‘Cause he likes it.

You’ve got to ask yourself a question: ‘do I feel lucky?’ Well, do ya, punk?

Doctor: Sure, Harry. We can save the leg. [takes out some scissors]
Callahan: What are you going to do with those?
Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.
Callahan: No. I’ll take them off.
Doctor: It’ll hurt.
Callahan: For $29.50, let it hurt. You can turn your back if you’re embarrassed …

Chief: Have you been following that man?
Harry Callahan: Yeah, I’ve been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn’t do that to him.
Chief: How?
Harry Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that’s how!

I know what you’re thinking. ‘Did he fire six shots or only five’? Well to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, i kind of lost track myself. But being that this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well do ya, punk?

Harry Callahan: There must be something you can get him on.
Appellate Court Judge Bannerman: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, I couldn’t convict him of spitting on the sidewalk.

Gonzalez: [about quitting the force] I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about it. I have a teaching credential and I figure, what for, you know?[pause]Gonzalez’
s wife: I thought I could take it … Whatever it takes to be a cop’s wife, I’m just not sure I’m making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, but maybe it’s when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last time I ever see him again … doesn’t it drive your wife crazy?
Callahan: Nope.Gonzalez’
s wife: You mean she got used to it.
Callahan: No, she never did really.Gonzalez’
s wife: Well, what then?
Callahan: She’s dead.Gonzalez’
s wife: Oh, please forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving home late one night and a drunk crossed the center line. There was no reason for it, really.Gonzalez’
s wife: I’m so sorry.
Callahan: That’s o.k. Look, I want you to tell Chico that I understand, you know, him quitting. I-I think he’s right. This is no life for you two.Gonzalez’
s wife: Why do you stay in it then?
Callahan: I don’t know, I really don’t.

District Attorney Rothko: You’re lucky I’m not indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder.
Harry Callahan: What?
District Attorney Rothko: Where the hell does it say that you’ve got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel? Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I’m saying is that man had rights.
Harry Callahan: Well, I’m all broken up over that man’s rights!

Mayor: All right, let’s have it.Insp.
Harry Callahan: Have what?
Mayor: Your report. What have you been doing?Insp.
Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past three quarters of an hour, I have been sitting on my *ss in your outer office, waiting on you.Lt.
Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that’s the Mayor you’re talking to! …
Mayor: Won’t you sit down Inspector Callahan? … There’s a madman loose, I’ve asked you what’s being done, fair enough?Insp.
Harry Callahan: We’ve got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof top prowlers, rifle nuts, peepers..Lt.
Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — we’ve arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black areas.Insp.
Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We’re pretty sure it’s a .30-06, seven lands and grooves, right-hand twist …Lt.
Al Bressler: Sir — we’re running a computer check on everybody in the files whose birthday falls between October 23rd and November 21st.
Mayor: Why?Insp.
Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.
Mayor: Thank you Inspector. Have any of you mentioned this note to anyone? How about you? (looking at Callahan)Insp.
Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, … press?Insp.
Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: All right. Give the message to the Chronicle. We’ll agree to pay, but we’ll tell him we need time to get the money together.Insp.
Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Do I get this right? You’re gonna play this creep’s game?
Mayor: It’ll get us more breathing space.Insp.
Harry Callahan: It also might get somebody killed. Why don’t you let me meet with the son-of-a-b*tch?
Chief: No, none of that. You’d end up with a real blood-bath.
Mayor: I agree with the Chief. We’ll do it this way, all right?Lt.
Al Bressler: Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let’s go.
Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.Insp.
Harry Callahan: Sir?
Mayor: I don’t want any more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore District. Understand? That’s my policy.Insp.
Harry Callahan: Yeah, well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the b*st*rd; that’s my policy.
Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that?Insp.
Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn’t out collecting for the Red Cross.
Mayor: [after Callahan has left] I think he’s got a point.

People are guilty until proven… I mean… God damn it, you know what I mean!

Harry Callahan: You heroes killed a dozen people this week. What are you going to do next week?
Officer Davis: Kill a dozen more.

Go ahead. Make my day.

Callahan: These loonies. They ought to throw a net over the whole bunch of ’em.
Gonzales: I know what you mean.

Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently down the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily …
Bus Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: What? What did you say?
Bus Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: We’re going to the ice-cream factory and see how ice-cream’s made. Now anybody who doesn’t wanna go can get off right here.
Bus Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.
Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I’ll go home and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!

[After shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway car by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the bank. The bank robber that Callahan shot first, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an effort to retrieve it. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]
Callahan: I know what you’
re thinking: “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I’ve kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’
ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do you, punk?[The thief gives up trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks it up and starts to walk away, lowering the hammer.]
Thief: Hey! [Callahan turns around] I gots to know…[Callahan recocks and aims his revolver and pulls the trigger, but the gun just clicks on an empty chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]
Thief: Son of a b*tch…

The Mayor: Well let’s have it.
Harry Callahan: Have what?
The Mayor: A report! What have you been doing?
Harry Callahan: Well, for the past three quarters of an hour I’ve been sitting on my *ss in your outer office waiting on you!

Gonzales: Why do they call ya “Dirty Harry”?
De Georgio: That’s one thing about our Harry, he doesn’t play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, you name it.
Gonzales: How does he feel about Mexicans?
De Georgio: Ask him.
Callahan:(says with a wink) Especially Spics.

Lieutenant Briggs: You’re on loan to Stakeout, Callahan.
Harry Callahan: That’s right, Lieutenant! You saw to that.

Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what do you think you’re doing?
Callahan: Get the hell out of the way, hammerhead.

Thug 1: What’s in the bag, man?
Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?
Thug 2: Screw the bag.
Thug 3: Yeah, just give us the wallet now.(Harry clubs the third thug with the bag, then kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the first thug)
Callahan: (seething in desperation) You don’t listen too good, do ya, asshole?

Harry Callahan: Well, I just work for the city, Briggs!
Lieutenant Briggs: So do I, longer than you, and I never had to take my gun out of its holster once. I’m proud of that.

Harry Callahan: Where’s the girl?
The Killer: You tried to kill me!
Harry Callahan: If I tried to do that your head would be splattered all over this field – now WHERE’S THE GIRL?

You’ve Got To Ask Yourself One Question: ‘Do I Feel Lucky?’ Well, Do Ya, Punk?

De Georgio: You need any help?
Callahan: Go on out and get some air, fatso.
De Georgio: You’re the boss.
Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I’m hurt, can’t you see I’m hurt? You shot me, please don’t, don’t! Let me have a doctor … Please give me the doctor, don’t kill me!
Callahan: The girl, where is she?
Scorpio: You tried to kill me!
Callahan: If I tried that, your head’d be splattered all over this field. Now where’s the girl?
Scorpio: I want a lawyer!
Callahan: I said, where’s the girl?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer.
Callahan: Where’s the girl?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer, don’t shoot me, I have rights, want a lawyer…….(now whimpers in pain as Harry steps on his injury, causing still more suffering)

Walter,
Crime Scene Investigator: Now, he’d have to be standing right here, this close. Point-blank range.
Harry Callahan: The driver’s license and a hundred dollar bill were out, almost like he was showing it to a traffic cop.Walter,
Crime Scene Investigator: Yeah. And from what we have it figures to be someone impersonating a police officer. On the cars at least, it’s been done before. This close it would have to be someone he would never recognize.
Harry Callahan: Or never suspect.

Lieutenant Briggs: Suppose they panic and start shooting?
Harry Callahan: Nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot!

[Harry visits his favorite diner]Insp.
Harry Callahan: Hey there, Jaffe; the usual.
Jaffe: The usual lunch or the usual dinner?Insp.
Harry Callahan: Well, what difference does that make?
Jaffe: Not much.[long pause]Insp.
Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford still parked across in front of the bank?
Jaffe: Tan Ford … Mmm mmm yeah. Tan Ford.Insp.
Harry Callahan: Engine running?
Jaffe: I don’t know. How can I tell?Insp.
Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.
Jaffe: Oh my God, that’s awful! Look at all that pollution.Insp.
Harry Callahan: Yeah. Do me a favor. [gives him slip of paper] Call this telephone number.
Jaffe: Police department?Insp.
Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there’s a 2-11 in progress at the bank. Be sure and tell them that’s in progress.
Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.[goes to phone and starts dialing]Insp.
Harry Callahan: Now, if they’ll just wait for the cavalry to arrive. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, sh*t!

Harry Callahan: I know what you’re thinking. “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’
ve got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

Harry Callahan: You know those guys?
Early Smith: They came through the Academy after me. They stick together like flypaper, you know? Everybody thought they were queer for each other.
Harry Callahan: Tell you something. If the rest of you could shoot like them, I wouldn’t care if the whole damn department was queer.

Callahan: I’m Callahan.
Young Man: My friends call me Alice, but I’ll take a dare.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time you were busted?
Young Man: If you’re vice, I’ll kill myself.
Callahan: Well, do it at home!

[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]
Scorpio: Drop the gun, creep![Callahan approaches Scorpio as the latter laughs manically]
Scorpio: I’ll blow his brains out! [continues laughing manically][Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in hand]
Scorpio: Drop the f*cking gun![Callahan pretends to drop his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to retrieve his]
Callahan: I know what you’re thinking, punk. You’re thinking “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Now, to tell you the truth, I’ve forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and it will blow your head clean off, you’
ve gotta ask yourself a question: ‘Do I feel lucky?[Scorpio attempts to stand and grab his gun]
Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an attempt to shoot Callahan, only to be shot in the head and get killed]

Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, here, I’ll read you this note which was delivered at eight o’
clock this morning: “To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last time. I’m warning you to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call Mayor’s office at one o’clock and tell you about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don’t do exactly what I say, Scorpio” (pauses) Well, you better have somebody standing by — it could be a false alarm but don’t count on it.

Briggs, I hate the damn system, but until someone comes along with changes that make sense, I’ll stick with it.

Scorpio: It’s very simple. I’ve got the kids and you start screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the plane ready?
Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to go at the airport. The money will be there by the time you get there.
Scorpio: All right, now listen and listen very carefully. I’m going to be driving along nice and easy, just me and a bus load of kids. I’m going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don’t want to see any police cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a nice little plane ride.
Mayor: Well, where are you going?
Scorpio: I’ll tell the pilot when I get on the plane. No alerts, nothin’.
Mayor: I guarantee you you will not be molested in any way. I give you my word of honor on it.

Chief: Callahan? — you willing to take the money to him?
Callahan: When are you people gonna stop messing around with this guy. He’s gotta be stopped now.
Mayor: He’s got a bus load of kids and I can’t take that chance. I gave my word of honor on it, and he will not be molested — and that’s a direct order, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, you can just get yourself another delivery boy.

De Georgio: Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Fat Dagos, N*ggers, Honkies, Chinks, you name it.
Gonzales: How does he feel about Mexicans?
De Georgio: Ask him.
Harry Callahan: Especially Spics.

Harry Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics can’t match the bullet up to this rifle?
District Attorney Rothko: It does not matter what Ballistics can do. This rifle might make a nice souvenir. But it’s inadmissible as evidence.
Harry Callahan: And who says that?
District Attorney Rothko: It’s the law.
Harry Callahan: Well, then the law is crazy.

District Attorney: I’ve just been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual piece of police work. Really amazing.
Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.
District Attorney: You’re lucky I’m not indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder.
Callahan: What?!
District Attorney: Where the hell does it say you’ve got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I’m saying is, that man had rights.
Callahan: Well, I’m all “broken up” about that man’s rights.
District Attorney: You should be. I’ve got news for you, Callahan. As soon as he’s well enough to leave the hospital, he walks.
Callahan: What are you talking about?
District Attorney: He’s free.
Callahan: You mean you’re letting him go?
District Attorney: We have to, we can’t try him.
Callahan: And why is that?
District Attorney: Because I’m not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer’s money on a trial we can’t possibly win. The problem is, we don’t have any evidence.
Callahan: Evidence? What the hell do you call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio’s weapon]
District Attorney: I call it nothing, zero.
Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics can’t match the bullet up to this rifle?
District Attorney: It does not matter what Ballistics can do. This rifle might make a nice souvenir. But it’s inadmissible as evidence.
Callahan: And who says that?
District Attorney: It’s the law.
Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!
District Attorney: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate court. He also holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I’ve asked him for an opinion — your Honor?
Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect’s quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I’m sorry, but it’s that simple.
Callahan: Search warrant!? There was a girl dying.
District Attorney: She was in fact dead according to the medical report.
Callahan: But I didn’t know that.
Judge: The court would have to recognize the police officer’s legitimate concern for the girl’s life, but there is no way they can possibly condone police torture. All evidence concerning the girl — the suspect’s confession, all physical evidence — would have to be excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) There must be something you can get him on.
Judge: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (half chuckles) I couldn’t convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect’s rights were violated, under the Fourth and Fifth and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.
Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what about her rights? I mean, she’s raped and left in a hole to die. Who speaks for her?
District Attorney: The District Attorney’s office, if you’ll let us. I’ve got a wife and three kids. I don’t want him on the streets any more than you do.
Callahan: Well, he won’t be out there long.
District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?
Callahan: I mean sooner or later he’s gonna stub his toe and then I’ll be right there.
District Attorney: This office won’t stand for any harassment.
Callahan: You know, you’re crazy if you think you’ve heard the last of this guy. He’s gonna kill again.
District Attorney: How do you know?
Callahan: ‘Cause he likes it.

The Christian Bible is a symbolic book, not a literal one. The one Christians know as Jesus was actually a symbol for the sun. Ancient sun worshippers believed the sun died at the end of the winter solstice and then three days later it would be reborn at the start of its cycle – December 25.

I represented Wall Street, as a senator from New York, and I went to Wall Street in December of 2007 – before the big crash that we had – I basically said, ‘Cut it out! Quit foreclosing on homes! Quit engaging in these kinds of speculative behaviors.’

I don’t mean to burst anyone’s bubble, but there is no scriptural or historical basisfor December 25th actually being the day that Jesus was born.

For more than a decade, I led an organization that put on an elaborate Christmas program each December. It was a big production, with over 250 people participating in more than 20 performances. By the end of the season, everyone who participated was exhausted.

My December is typically one big, sweaty ‘wintry mix’ blur, not a punch-laden, heartwarming mixer.

I was nine or 10 years old and my father was sacked on Christmas Day. He was a manager, the results had not been good, he lost a game on December 22 or 23. On Christmas Day, the telephone rang and he was sacked in the middle of our lunch.

As we struggle with shopping lists and invitations, compounded by December’s bad weather, it is good to be reminded that there are people in our lives who are worth this aggravation, and people to whom we are worth the same.

In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.

I heard a bird sing in the dark of december. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to spring than we were in september. I heard a bird sing in the dark of december.

On December 5, 1941, Chicago led a task force built around the carrier Lexington to Midway Island, at the western end of the Hawaiian Islands, about 1,000 miles from Pearl Harbor.

If cold December gave you birth, The month of snow and ice and mirth, Place on you hand a Turquoise blue, Success will bless whate’er you do.

Just as a dancer, turning and turning, may fill the dusty light with the soft swirl of her flying skirts, our weeping willow — now old and broken , creaking in the breeze — turns slowly, slowly in the winter sun, sweeping the rusty roof of the barn with the pale blue lacework of her shadow.

On the eighteenth of December 1972, when we thought we were getting another of the hundreds of little tactical air raids, we heard the bombs going in out there in the railroad yards and this went on for about thirty minutes.

It is the middle of December now, and we are about to travel to Switzerland – where we plan to ski a little, relax a little, and shoot a Dutch politician a little.

What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen,
What old December’s bareness everywhere!

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

I trained with Jorge Masvidal when I’ve been training MMA for 2-1/2 months in Coconut Creek, Fla., in, like, December 2008. I was beating him up then!

In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

I miss being in barbados in december,
that is a time I always remember,
the smell of varnish on the wooden floors,
and the smell of paint on the wooden doors
the crowds in de supermarket,
buying up the rum,
and the music blasting
puh rup a pum pum.

December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared, Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even Winter’s crystal gems be spared.

I’ve come to believe that whoever I am didn’t start on December 14, 1946, and isn’t going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future

Yesterday, December seventh, 1941, a date which will live in infamy, the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan. We will gain the inevitable triumph, so help us God.

Every December, I host a tree-trimming party. I serve chili with cornbread and lots of good wine. It’s a wonderful party, and it shows how much adults like to play.

If it’s December 1941 in Casablanca, what time is it in New York?

Outside the house it was storming, a busy downfall of flakes that the wind blew lightly across acres of old snow left from December.

December 25th has become guilt and obligation.

When dark December glooms the day, and takes our autumn joys away.

I was born on the eighteenth of December, 1935, in the town Bourg-en-Bresse, about thirty miles northeast of Lyon, the second of three sons of Jeanne and Jean-Victor Pepin. Weighing only two and one half pounds, I nearly died at birth.

I’ve come to sing you a song called december.

Yesterday, December seventh, 1941, a date which will live in infamy, the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.

After the bombing of Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941, the United States would enter, in a formal way, what had been up to that date strictly a European conflict. Marcus Garvey’s prophecy about the European scramble to maintain dominance over the whole world was now a reality.

I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly december morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.

It’s been said that Bill Gates has come up with something that’ll be released in December that’s gonna put a lid on counterfeiting. If that’s a fact then it’s really interesting to own your own product – with all the potential methods of downloading.

A manager’s job is simple. For one hundred sixty-two games you try not to screw up all that smart stuff your organization did last December.

On the evening of December 25, General Washington in a most severe season crossed the Delaware with a part of his army, then reduced to less than 2000 men in the whole.

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.

Remember This December, That love weighs more than gold!

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne’er remember Apollo’s summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.

There’s something super special about december.

I’m projecting somewhere between 100 million and 200 million computers on the Net by the end of December 2000, and about 300 million users by that same time.

Cold in the earth and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring.

On the 1st day of December, 1830, I was confirmed, and in accordance with the word of the Lord I was ordained an Elder under the hands of the Prophet.

There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy december afternoon.

I get excited for big games in December.

I detest ‘Jingle Bells,’ ‘White Christmas,’ ‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer,’ and the obscene spending bonanza that nowadays seems to occupy not just December, but November and much of October, too.

December was a horrible month.

There is october in every november and there is november in every december! all seasons melted in each other’s life!.

I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsiana’s red, blood-red in warm December.

I know. I’m lazy. But I made myself a New Years resolution that I would write myself something really special. Which means I have ’til December, right?

December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.

When I was a child, my December weekends were spent making cards, decorating the tree, hanging the wreath and preparing brandy butter and peppermint creams.

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.

I have lived with passion and in a hurry, trying to accomplish too many things. I never had time to think about my beliefs until my 28-year-old daughter Paula fell ill. She was in a coma for a year, and I took care of her at home until she died in my arms in December of 1992.

May and october, the best-smelling months? i’ll make a case for december: evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon.

The autumn air is clear,
The autumn moon is bright.
Fallen leaves gather and scatter,
The jackdaw perches and starts anew.
We think of each other- when will we meet?
This hour, this night, my feelings are hard.

December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.

The cold is coming. December’s winter solstice. Start of the season.

How did it get so late so soon?.

My brothers and sisters, true love is a reflection of the Savior’s love. In December of each year we call it the Christmas spirit. You can hear it. You can see it. You can feel it.

There must be something ghostly in the air of christmas — something about the close, muggy atmosphere that draws up the ghosts, like the dampness of the summer rains brings out the frogs and snails.

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

When December comes, can ‘The Nutcracker’ be far behind? No, it can’t – not in America, anyway.

I would anticipate that the Electoral College will be held on the 13th of December, and our 20 electorate votes will go to the certified winner.

On December 18, 1940, Hitler signed Directive Number 21, better known as Operation Barbarossa.

At the Imperial Conference on December 1, it was decided to make war against England and the United States.

It was december, I had never felt so cold, the eel soup lay heavy on my stomach, I was afraid i’d die, I turned aside to vomit, I envied them.

I think the Civil Rights Movement changed that trajectory for me. The first thing I did was leave school. I was suspended for my participation in Movement demonstrations in my hometown, December, 1961

The crisp path through the field in this december snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.

December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…

My favorite traditional Christmas movie that I like to watch is All Quiet on the Western Front. It’s just not December without that movie in my house.

It is never over, though we are in december!.

By december an elastic skin of ice reached out hundreds of miles into the sea, rolling with every wave.

It is december, and nobody asked if I was ready.

As for September 11, let us not too easily grant the Americans possession of that date on the calendar. Like May 1 or July 14 or December 25, September 11 may seem full of significance to some people, while to other people it is just another day.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Someone asked me when is my birthday?
the poet inside me replied,
“my birthday is on the last day of the year,
it’s 31st december my dear!.

I blink january’s lashes
and gush down december’s cheeks.

I never had time to think about my beliefs until my 28-year-old daughter Paula fell ill. She was in a coma for a year, and I took care of her at home until she died in my arms in December of 1992.

People can’t concentrate properly on blowing other people to pieces if their minds are poisoned by thoughts suitable to the twenty-fifth of December.

It was snowing. It was always snowing at christmas. December, in my memory, is white as lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats.

That but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We’ld jump the life to come.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

Things without all remedy should be without regard: what’s done is done.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under’t.

We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we’ll not fail.

Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness.

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? – Lady Macbeth

A little water clears us of this deed.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none