Erica Albright: “You are going to go through life thinking that girls don’t like you because you’re a nerd. And I want you to know from the bottom of my heart that that won’t be true. It’ll be because you’re an asshole.”
-The Social Network…
Monthly Archives: October 2012
Rocknrolla
Archie: “People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ’em – it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life – some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he’s different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.”
-Rocknrolla…
Terry Pratchett – Wintersmith
1.
“What we’ve got here,” Rob Anybody pronounced, “is a case o’ Romance.”
“What’s that, Rob?” asked a Feegle.
“Aye, is it like how wee babbies are made?” asked Daft Wullie. “Ye told about that last year. It wuz verra interestin’, although a bit far-fetched tae my mind.”
“No’ exactly,” said Rob Anybody. “An’ it’s kinda hard tae describe. But I reckon yon Wintersmith wants to romance the big wee hag and she disna ken what tae do aboot it.”
“So it is like how babies are made?” said Daft Wullie.
“No, ’cuz even beasties know that but only people know aboot Romancin’,” said Rob. “When a bull coo meets a lady coo, he disna have tae say, ‘My heart goes bang-bang-bang when I see your wee face,’ ’cuz it’s kinda built intae their heads. People have it more difficult. Romancin’ is verra important, ye ken. Basically it’s a way the boy can get close to the girl wi’oot her attackin’ him and scratchin’ his eyes oot.”
“I dinna see how we can teach her any o’ that stuff,” said Slightly Mad…
-Wintersmith, Terry Pratchett…
2.
The Wintersmith and the Summer Lady… danced. The dance never ended.
Winter never dies. Not as people die. It hangs on in late frost and the smell of autumn in a summer evening, and in the heat it flees to the mountains. Summer never dies. It sinks into the ground; in the depths, winter buds form in sheltered places and white shoots creep under dead leaves. Some of it flees into the deepest, hottest deserts, where there is a summer that never ends. To animals they were just the weather, just part of everything.
But humans arose and gave them names, just as people filled the starry sky with heroes and monsters, because this turned them into stories. And humans loved stories, because once you’d turned things into stories, you could change the stories. And there was the problem, right there…
-Wintersmith, Terry Pratchett…
R. A. SALVATORE
1.
“Station is the paradox of the world of my people, the limitation of our power within the hunger for power. It is gained through treachery and invites treachery against those who gain it. Those most powerful in Menzoberranzan spend their days watching over their shoulders, defending against the daggers that would find their backs. Their deaths usually come from the front.”
-Drizzt Do’Urden
HOMELAND
2.
“As I became a creature of the empty tunnels, survival became easier and more difficult all at once. I gained in the physical skills and experience necessary to live on. I could defeat almost anything that wandered into my chosen domain. It did not take me long, however, to discover one nemesis that I could neither defeat nor flee. It followed me wherever I went – indeed, the farther I ran, the more it closed in around me. My enemy was solitude, the interminable, incessant silence of hushed corridors.”
-Drizzt Do’Urden
EXILE
3.
“It burned my eyes and pained every part of my body. It destroyed my piwafwi and boots, stole the magic from my armor, and weakened my trusted scimitars. Still, every day, without fail, I was there, sitting upon my perch, my judgment seat, to await the arrival of the sunrise.”
-Drizzt Do’Urden
SOJOURN
EDİP CANSEVER
Mendilimde Kan Sesleri Her yere yetişilir Hiçbir şeye geç kalınmaz ama Çocuğum beni bağışla Ahmet Abi sen de bağışla Boynu bükük duruyorsam eğer İçimden öyle geldiği için değil Ama hiç değil Ah güzel Ahmet abim benim İnsan yaşadığı yere benzer O yerin suyuna, o yerin toprağına benzer Suyunda yüzen balığa Toprağını iten çiçeğe Dağlarının, tepelerinin dumanlı eğimine Konyanın beyaz Antebin kırmızı düzlüğüne benzer Göğüne benzer ki gözyaşları mavidir Denize benzer ki dalgalıdır bakışları Evlerine, sokaklarına, köşebaşlarına Öylesine benzer ki Ve avlularına (Bir kuyu halkasıyla sıkıştırılmıştır kalbi) Ve sözlerine (Yani bir cep aynası alım-satımına belki) Ve bir gün birinin adres sormasına benzer Sorarken sorarken üzünçlü bir görüntüsüne Camcının cam kesmesine, dülgerin rende tutmasına Öyle bir cıgara yakımına, birinin gazoz açmasına Minibüslerine, gecekondularına Hasretine, yalanına benzer Anısı işsizliktir Acısı bilincidir Bıçağı gözyaşlarıdır kurumakta olan Gülemiyorsun ya, gülmek Bir halk gülüyorsa gülmektir Ne kadar benziyoruz Türkiye'ye Ahmet Abi. Bir güzel kadeh tutuşun vardı eskiden Dirseğin iskemleye dayalı -- Bir vakitler gökyüzüne dayalı, derdim ben -- Cıgara paketinde yazılar resimler Resimler: cezaevleri Resimler: özlem Resimler: eskidenberi Ve bir kaşın yukarı kalkık Sevmen acele Dostluğun çabuk Bakıyorum da simdi O kadeh bir küfür gibi duruyor elinde. Ve zaman dediğimiz nedir ki Ahmet Abi Biz eskiden seninle İstasyonları dolaşırdık bir bir O zamanlar Malatya kokardı istasyonlar Nazilli kokardı Ve yağmurdan ıslandıkça Edirne postası Kıl gibi ince İstanbul yağmurunun altında Esmer bir kadın sevmiş gibi olurdun sen Kadının ütülü patiskalardan bir teni Upuzun boynu Kirpikleri Ve sana Ahmet Abi uzaktan uzaktan domates peynir keserdi sanki Sofranı kurardı Elini bir suya koyar gibi kalbinden akana koyardı Cezaevlerine düşsen cıgaranı getirirdi Çocuklar doğururdu Ve o çocukların dünyayı düzeltecek ellerini işlerdi bir dantel gibi O çocuklar büyüyecek O çocuklar büyüyecek O çocuklar... Bilmezlikten gelme Ahmet Abi Umudu dürt Umutsuzluğu yatıştır Diyeceğim şu ki Yok olan bir şeylere benzerdi o zaman trenler Oysa o kadar kullanışlı ki şimdi Hayalsiz yaşıyoruz nerdeyse Çocuklar, kadınlar, erkekler Trenler tıklım tıklım Trenler cepheye giden trenler gibi İşçiler Almanya yolcusu işçiler Kadınlar Kimi yolcu, kimi gurbet bekçisi Ellerinde bavullar, fileler Kolonyalar, su şişeleri, paketler Onlar ki, hepsi Bir tutsak ağaç gibi yanlış yerlere büyüyenler Ah güzel Ahmet Abim benim Gördün mü bak Dağılmış pazar yerlerine benziyor şimdi istasyonlar Ve dağılmış pazar yerlerine memleket Gelmiyor içimden hüzünlenmek bile Gelse de Öyle sürekli değil Bir caz müziği gibi gelip geçiyor hüzün O kadar çabuk O kadar kısa İşte o kadar. Ahmet Abi, güzelim, bir mendil niye kanar Diş değil, tırnak değil, bir mendil niye kanar Mendilimde kan sesleri.
BIOSHOCK
Quotations from Bioshock (game)
–“Andrew Ryan: I am Andrew Ryan, and I’m here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? ‘No!’ says the man in Washington, ‘It belongs to the poor.’ ‘No!’ says the man in the Vatican, ‘It belongs to God.’ ‘No!’ says the man in Moscow, ‘It belongs to everyone.’ I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose… Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.”
–“Andrew Ryan: The assassin has overcome my final line of defense, and now he plans to murder me. In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys!”
–“Frank Fontaine: It’s time to end this little masquarade. There ain’t no Atlas, kid. Never was. Selling my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a China man for six months. But you’ve been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. The name’s Frank Fontaine. I gotta say, I had a lot of business partners in my life. But you… Of course, the fact that you were genetically conditioned to bark like a cocker spaniel when I said, “Would you kindly”, might’ve had something to do with it, but still. Now as soon as that machine finishes processing the genetic key you just fished off Ryan, I’m gonna run Rapture, tits to toes. You’ve been a pal, but you know what they say: Never mix business with friendship. Thanks for everything, kid. Don’t forget to say hi to Ryan for me.”
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Dialogue:
–Andrew Ryan: [to Jack, as he enters Ryan’s sanctuary] The assassin has overcome my final line of defense, and now he plans to murder me. In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys!
[pause]
–Andrew Ryan: You think you have memories. A farm. A family. An airplane. A crash. And then this place. Was there really a family? Did that airplane crash, or, was it hijacked? Forced down, forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life unless activated by a simple phrase, spoken by their kindly master. Come in.
[Jack enters Ryan’s layer]
–Andrew Ryan: Stop, would you kindly?
[Jack does]
–Andrew Ryan: Would you kindly, powerful phrase. Familiar phrase?
[Cascade of memories of Atlas ordering Jack to perform various tasks with the phrase “Would you kindly”]
–Andrew Ryan: Sit, would you kindly? Stand, would you kindly? Run! Stop! Turn. Was a man sent to kill, or a slave?
[Ryan hands Jack a golf club]
–Andrew Ryan:KILL!
[Jack smacks Ryan with the club]
–Andrew Ryan: A man chooses!
[Jack smacks him again]
–Andrew Ryan: A slave obeys!
[Jack smacks him again]
–Andrew Ryan: OBEEEEEEY!
[Jack kills Ryan]
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