HAL 9000
I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that. ―HAL 9000, 2001: Space Odyssey (1968) Directed by Stanley Kubrick. Screenplay by Stanley Kubrick & Arthur C. Clarke.
I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that. ―HAL 9000, 2001: Space Odyssey (1968) Directed by Stanley Kubrick. Screenplay by Stanley Kubrick & Arthur C. Clarke.
Longing is not always a reciprocal thing. ― Kate DiCamillo, The Magician’s Elephant (Candlewick; First Edition, September 8, 2009)
But now I have forgiven the world for the love of you. — Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (Penguin Classics; Reprint edition, August 27, 2013) Originally published August 28, 1844.
Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel. — Neil Gaiman, Stardust (William Morrow; Reprint edition, October 30, 2012) Originally published January 1, 1998.
There is no way for you to get what you need and you will never have what you want again. But there are various palliative measures you should take. Go ahead. Take one. — Ernest Hemingway, Islands in the Stream (Scribner Book Company, 1976)
The sky was brass and the sun was a mushy apple. The wind was a panting dog with bad breath. — Roger Zelazny, The Guns of Avalon (Doubleday; 1st edition, January 1, 1972)
Under the blistering day he walked towards the night; and under the ice of the naked stars he longed for the return of day. Happy are the lands of the North whose seasons are poets, the summer composing a legend of snow, the winter a tale of sun. Sad the tropics, where in the sweating-room… Continue reading Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you. — Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade ( Hyperion Book CH; First Edition, November 5, 2013)
What is more dangerous than to become a poet? which is, as some say, an incurable and infectious disease. — Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote. Published by Francisco de Robles 1605 (Part One), 1615 (Part Two). Published in English 1612 (Part One), 1620 (Part Two).
I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away! ― Walter Scott, Ivanhoe. (Penguin Classics; Reprint edition October 1, 2000) Originally published 1819.