When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.

The man who’d introduced them didn’t much like either of them, though acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times. One never knew, after all, now did one now did one now did one.

- Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, David Foster Wallace

“Good morning, Bastian.”

~ The NeverEnding Story (1984)

Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big.

She looks like, one of those rap guys’ girlfriends.

Sir Mix-a-Lot, Baby Got Back

(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.

Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I’d never amount to nothin’, to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin’ in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin’ to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I’m sayin’?

Juicy,Notorious B.I.G.

“There are two kinds of people in this world, winners and losers.”

~ Little Miss Sunshine (2006)

Early in the morning, risin’ to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money’s all gone
I got a Dalmatian, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fuckin’ riot

~ Sublime, What I got

Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land.

~ Jack London, White Fang

“Random thoughts for Valentine’s day, 2004. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap.”

~ Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

Bill: Do you find me sadistic? You know, I bet I could fry an egg on your head right now, if I wanted to. You know, Kiddo, I’d like to believe that you’re aware enough even now to know that there’s nothing sadistic in my actions. Well, maybe towards those other… jokers, but not you. No Kiddo, at this moment, this is me at my most…
[cocks pistol]
Bill: masochistic.
The Bride: Bill… it’s your baby…

~ Kill Bill: Volume 1 (2003)

District Attorney: Mr. Dufresne, describe the confrontation you had with your wife the night that she was murdered.
Andy Dufresne: It was very bitter. She said she was glad I knew, that she hated all the sneaking around. And she said that she wanted a divorce in Reno.

~ The Shawshank Redemption (1994)

“The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home.”

~ Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”

~ Bob Dylan, All Along The Watchtower

“With the coming of the Second World War, many eyes in imprisoned Europe turned hopefully, or desperately, toward the freedom of the Americas. Lisbon became the great embarkation point. But, not everybody could get to Lisbon directly, and so a tortuous, roundabout refugee trail sprang up - Paris to Marseilles… across the Mediterranean to Oran… then by train, or auto, or foot across the rim of Africa, to Casablanca in French Morocco. Here, the fortunate ones through money, or influence, or luck, might obtain exit visas and scurry to Lisbon; and from Lisbon, to the New World. But the others wait in Casablanca… and wait… and wait… and wait.”

~ Casablanca (1942)

     All of life is a coming home. Salesmen,
  secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us.
  All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way
  home. Its hard to describe what I felt like then. Picture yourself
  walking for days in the driving snow; you dont even know youre
  walking in circles. The heaviness of your legs in the drifts, your
  shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel, and how
  far away home can be.

~ Patch Adams (1998)