Sunday, January 08, 2006

The Kindly Ones


MORPHEUS: "It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor."


ROSE WALKER'S JOURNAL: "I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love someone. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich, or how to be poor."

"They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying."

"They don't teach you anything worth knowing."


All journeys leave marks on us.


ROSE: "Are you going to hurt me? Kill me? Mess me up?"

DESIRE: " No more than usually; no; and perhaps, a little. But only with love."

ROSE: "Love..."

"Have you ever been in love?"

DESIRE: "You might say that."

ROSE: "Horrible isn't it?"

DESIRE: "In what way?"

ROSE: "It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore."

"Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' or 'How very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart."

DESIRE: "How picturesque."

ROSE: "It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain."

"Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love."

"I hate love."


CAIN: "I'll tell you a secret. A raven created the world. When Noah sent him out to find land, he couldn't find any. It had all been washed away. So he created it. He shat the dry land and he pissed the fresh water. Then he flew off, laughing fit to burst. So the world was there for the dove to find."


CAIN: "They don't admit to it, of course. Who wants to be blamed for creating the world?"


MORPHEUS: "We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions."

Some excerpts from Sandman book "The Kindly Ones"

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