Friends O' Mine

Well it was ugly but we made it this far

Some have gone but I forget who they are

Now the hangovers are worse but we get through them fine

Sleeping late but we're not lazy

Getting older but we're still crazy

I’m so glad that I have these friends o' mine

It started out at a coffee shop in a most unlikely town

And there were casualties but we made it out anyhow

We stuck together through the good and bad times

Pulp Fiction, Blazing Saddles, and Fast Times

I’m so glad that I have these friends o' mine

And jobs, girls and obstacles did all but break us down

Night clubs and broken vans in every major town

And I’ve got your back, you’ve got mine

Like Johnny Cash said “I walk the line”

And you can always count on me for one last beer

We saw the world and the world seemed smaller

We're getting wider but not getting no taller

I know we’ve grown up just a little lot of time

We're sleeping late but we're not lazy

We're getting older but we're still crazy

I’m so glad that I have these friends o' mine

So glad that I have these friends o' mine

So glad that I have these friends o' mine

 ~ Bowling For Soup

Late Fragment

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

~Raymond Carver

Although the sword has no blade
It can still kill people if you intend to
Killing people is not up to the weapons
It's up to the human heart

Kong He (monk) ~ Iljimae

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

~ William Ernest Henley

Hesther: I mean he's in pain, Martin. He's been in pain for most of his life. That much, at least, you know.
Dysart: Possibly.
Hesther: Possibly?!... That cut-off figure you just described must have been in pain for years.
Dysart: (doggedly) Possibly.
Hesther: And you can take it away.
Dysart: Still - possibly.
Hesther: Then that's surely enough. That simply has to be enough for you, surely?
Dysart: No!
Hesther: Why not?
Dysart: Because it's his.
Hesther: I don't understand.
Dysart: His pain. His own. He made it. 

(a pause, then earnestly) 

Look... to go through life and call it yours - your life - you first have to get your own pain. 

Pain that's unique to you.

You can't just dip into the common bin and say 'That's enough!'... He's done that.

All right, he's sick. He's full of misery and fear.

He was dangerous, and could be again, though I doubt it.

But that boy has known a passion more ferocious than I have felt in any second of my life, and let me tell you something: I envy it.
Hesther: You can't.
Dysart: (vehemently) Don't you see? That's the Accusation! 

That's what his stare has been saying to me all this time. 'At least I galloped! When did you?'

...  (simply) I'm jealous, Hesther. Jealous of Alan Strang.

Equus ~ Peter Shaffer

Dysart: (quietly) Can you think of anything worse one can do to anybody than take away their worship?

Hesther: Worship?

Dysart: Yes, that word again!

Hesther: Aren't you being a little extreme?

Dysart: Extremity's the point.

Hether: Worship isn't destructive, Martin. I know that.

Dysart: I don't. I only know it's the core of his life. What else has he got? 

Think about him. He can hardly read.

He knows no physics or engineering to make the world real for him.

No paintings to show him how others have enjoyed it. 

No music except television jingles. No history except tales from a desperate mother. 

No friends. Not one kid to give him a joke, or make him know himself more moderately. 

He's a modern citizen for whom society doesn't exist.

He lives one hour every three weeks - howling in a mist. 

And after the service kneels to a slave who stands over him obviously and unthrowably his master. 

With my body I thee worship!... Many men have less vital relationships with their wives.

Equus ~ Peter Shaffer

The Normal is the indispensable, murderous God of Health, and I am his Priest. My tools are very delicate. My compassion is honest. I have honestly assisted children in this room. I have talked away terrors and relieved many agonies. But also - beyond question - I have cut from them parts of individuality repugnant to this God, in both aspects. Parts sacred to rarer and more wonderful Gods. And at what length... sacrifices to Zeus took at the most, surely, sixty seconds each. Sacrifices to the Normal can take as long as sixty months.

Dysart, Equus ~ Peter Shaffer

The Normal is the good smile in a child's eyes - all right.
It is also the dead stare in a million adults.
It both sustains and kills - like a God.
It is the Ordinary made beautiful: it is also the Average made lethal.

Dysart, Equus ~ Peter Shaffer

Tragedy obviously does not lie in a conflict of Right and Wrong, but in a collision between two different kinds of Right.

Peter Shaffer about Equus

Why didn't they have mobile phones in the 1920s? Think how many misunderstandings in the world could have been avoided. Archduke Ferdinand could have texted his people - I think a weirdo's following me - and he wouldn't have got assassinated. World War I wouldn't have happened.

Lara, Twenties Girl ~ Sophie Kinsella

It's not enough to believe!

Don't you see that, you stupid girl?

You could spend your whole life hoping and believing!

If a love affair is one-sided, then it's only ever a question, never an answer.

You can't live your life waiting for an answer.

Sadie, Twenties Girl ~ Sophie Kinsella

Boys treat thinking like sex. they think it takes twenty minutes and then you're done and there's no point talking about it. They have no idea.

Lara, Twenties Girl ~ Sophie Kinsella

Darling, when things go wrong in life, you lift your chin, put on a ravishing smile, mix yourself a little cocktail - and out you go.

Sadie, Twenties Girl ~ Sophie Kinsella

Domyouji: Makino, you're going to be like this, right?

Once we get married, you'll get fat really quick.

If this pattern continues, you definitely won't have the same face you have now.

Makino: You're probably right.

If I lived a life of luxury, I'd get fat in no time.

What are you going to do if that happens?

Domyouji: What am I going to do?

*blaank*

Well, even if you a horribly fat, Makino will still be Makino.

Makino: Eh?

Domyouji: To me, it doesn't matter even if you're fat or ugly.

Because I've fallen in love with your very existence.

Makino: *happy*

Domyouji: If it wasn't so, someone like me wouldn't even think of marrying someone as ugly as you.

Makino: Ugly.. Ugly...After all, you think  I'm ugly.

Domyouji: There's no way I'd think that! 

In my opinion, without a doubt, hands down, you're the best. You're the best in the entire world.

Makino: What is the best in the world?

Domyouji: Anything and EVERYTHING.

Hana Yori Dango ~ Movie (2008)

Young Melanie: What do you want to be married to me for, anyhow?

Young Jake: So I can kiss you anytime I want.

Sweet Home Alabama