"84 Charing Cross Road"
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
~ W.B. Yeats
All mankind is one volume. When one man dies, a chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. And every chapter must be translated. God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. But God's hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall live open to one another
~ John Donne (1572 - 1631)
"Metropolitan"
Man at Bar: The acid test is whether you take any pleasure in responding to the question "What do you do?" I can't bear it.
Charlie Black: When you're an egoist, none of the harm you do is intentional.
Tom Townsend: None. I don't read novels. I prefer good literary criticism. That way you get both the novelists' ideas as well as the critics' thinking. With fiction I can never forget that none of it really happened, that it's all just made up by the author.
Tom Townsend: I've never been this drunk before. The problem is, with Fred no longer drinking, I can't pace myself.
"Gone Baby Gone"
(opening:) I always believed it was the things you don't choose that makes you who you are. Your city, your neighborhood, your family. People here take pride in these things, like it was something they'd accomplished. The bodies around their souls, the cities wrapped around those.
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