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So I Married an Axe Murderer

So I Married an Axe Murderer is a 1993 film set in San Francisco, starring Mike Myers, who plays a beat poet who suspects his girlfriend is an axe murderer. It was written by Robbie Fox and directed by Thomas Schlamme.

Stuart Mackenzie

 * Head! Pants! Now!

 * Give your mother a kiss, or I'll kick your teeth in.

 * Look at the size of that boy's head. I’m not kidding. It's like an orange on a toothpick.

 * No kidding. His head's like Sputnik. Spherical, but quite pointy in parts.

 * Ooh, that was off-sides, wasn't it? He'll be crying himself to sleep tonight, on his huge pillow!

 * We have a piper down. I repeat, a piper is down. 'S all right, he's just pissed.

 * Let's get pissed!

 * May, turn off the Bay City Rollers! The soccer game is about to begin!

 * Heid! Paper! Now! Move that melon of yours and get the paper if you can, hauling that gargantuan cranium about!

 * May, shut it!

 * [singing "Do You Think I'm Sexy" with bagpipes] If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon baby let me know! Haggis solo!

 * Well it's a well-known fact, sonny-Jim, that there's a secret society of the five wealthiest people in the world, known as The Pentavirate, who run everything in the world including the newspapers, and meet tri-annually in a secret country mansion in Colorado known as The Meadows. (So who's in this Pentavirate?) The Queen, the Vatican, the Gettys, the Rothschilds...and Colonel Sanders before he went tits up! Ooh I hated the Colonel, with his wee beady eyes and that smug look on his face! Ohh you're gonna buy my chicken! Ooh! (Dad, how can you hate the Colonel?) Because he puts an addictive chemical in his chicken that makes you crave it fortnightly, smart arse!

Charlie Mackenzie

 * [is served a huge cup of coffee] Excuse me miss, there seems to be a mistake. I believe I ordered the large cappuccino. Hello?!

 * I believe most Scottish cuisine is based on a dare.

 * You know, Scotland has its own martial arts. Yeah, it's called FA-QUE! [pronounces it "fuck you"] It's mostly just head butting and then kicking people when they're on the ground.

 * Come Nadia, let us dance like children of the night.

 * [after being asked by Harriet what he looks for in a woman] Most people say a sense of humor, but I'm gonna have to go with breast size.

 * I like the night life. I like to boogey.

 * I think I'm dating Ms. X...

 * I care for Apple Jacks a great deal.

Poetry

 * Harriet! Harry-it Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher. Un-trust... ing. Un-know... ing. Un-love... ed? He wants you back, he screams into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart. I am lonely! It's really hard! This poem... sucks.

 * Woman... woe-man... whoah, man! She was a thief, you got to belief, she stole my heart and my cat. Betty, Judy, Josie and those hot Pussycats... They make me horny, Saturday morny Girls of cartoo-ins Won't leave me in ruins I want to to be Betty's Barney. Hey Jane... get me off this crazy thing... called love.

Dialogue

 * Harriet Michaels: Do you actually like haggis?
 * Charlie Mackenzie: No, I think it's repellent in every way. In fact, I think most Scottish cuisine is based on a dare.

 * Stuart Mackenzie: Well, it's a well known fact, Sonny Jim, that there's a secret society of the five wealthiest people in the world, known as the Pentavirate, who run everything in the world, including the newspapers, and meet tri-annually at a secret country mansion in Colorado, known as The Meadows.
 * Tony Giardino: So who's in this Pentavirate?
 * Stuart Mackenzie: The Queen, the Vatican, the Gettys, the Rothschilds, and Colonel Sanders before he went tets-up. Oh, I hated the Colonel with is wee beady eyes! And that smug look on his face, "Oh, you're gonna buy my chicken! Ohhhhh!"
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Dad, how can you hate the Colonel?
 * Stuart Mackenzie: Because he puts an addictive chemical in his chicken that makes ya crave it fortnightly, smartarse!
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Interesting.... Coo-coo.

 * Charlie Mackenzie: How many people have you brutally murdered?
 * Harriet Michaels: Well, brutal's a subjective term. What's brutal to one person might be entirely reasonable to someone else.

 * May Mackenzie: Charlie, hand me the paper.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Mom, I find it interesting that you call The Weekly World News "the paper." A paper contains facts.
 * May Mackenzie: This newspaper contains facts. Look at this. "Pregnant man gives birth." That's a fact!

 * Charlie Mackenzie: So Tony, what's the deal with your clothes?
 * Tony Giardino: What do ya mean?
 * Charlie Mackenzie: I mean you look like Huggy Bear from Starsky and Hutch.
 * Tony Giardino: What are ya talking about, I look hip!
 * Charlie Mackenzie: No no no no no no no, you look like an undercover cop TRYING to look hip.
 * Tony Giardino: I AM an undercover cop trying to look hip.

 * Tony Giardino: Every time you meet a nice girl you can get close to, you always break up with them for paranoid reasons.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: That's not true. I broke up with those girls for very good reasons.
 * Tony Giardino: Oh really?
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Yes.
 * Tony Giardino: Oh really? What about Jill?
 * Charlie Mackenzie: She was in the mafia.

 * Tony Giardino: What about Pam?
 * Charlie Mackenzie: She smelled like soup.

 * Rose Michaels: Let me make you some breakfast.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Oh gee, you know, I-I'd love to but, you know, I'm really running late.
 * Rose Michaels: What would you say to silver dollar pancakes, fresh squeezed orange juice, bacon, and Kona coffee?
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Well, that sounds great.
 * [scene changes to her pouring Charlie a bowl of Fruit Loops]
 * Rose Michaels: Sorry, I didn't have those other things.

 * Rose Michaels: You know Harriet.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Well, actually I don't.
 * Rose Michaels: But you did have sex with her.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Hello!

 * John Johnson: Hello everyone, I am a park ranger and I will be leading you on the tour. All of the park rangers were, at one time, guards, myself included. My name is John Johnson but everyone here calls me "Vicky".
 * Tony Giardino: I love Vicky.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Yeah, Vicky's the best.

 * Charlie Mackenzie: Hi, can we get our check please? Thanks.
 * [the check comes]
 * Charlie Mackenzie: I'll get that.
 * Tony Giardino: No i got it.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: No, no, no, no.
 * Tony Giardino: No, no, no. Let me.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: No, no, no, no, no, no.
 * Tony Giardino: Charlie, please.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: No, no, no, no, no, no.
 * Tony Giardino: Let me pick this up, please.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: No, no, no, no, no, no.
 * Tony Giardino: I insist.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: No, no, no, no, no, no. No to infinity. Negatory. Negatory, good buddy. Ne-ga-to-ry!
 * Harriet Michaels: I'll pick up the check.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Okay.

 * Charlie Mackenzie: I think I'm dating Mrs. X
 * Tony Giardino: Charlie. Two words: Therapy.

 * Stuart Mackenzie: So, Charlie tells me you're a butcher.
 * Harriet Michaels: Yes, I am a butcher.
 * Stuart Mackenzie: Do you link your own sausage?

 * May Mackenzie: Harriet, why don't you come with me. I have wonderful photographs when he was a wee baby.
 * Stuart Mackenzie: And show her the picture of Charlie when he shit his pants at Niagara Falls.

 * Harriet Michaels: Charlie, have you ever stood at the edge of a cliff or a subway platform with someone and you thought just for a split second "What if I pushed him?"
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Well, not really. Usually I follow the Judeo-Christian ethic of "Thou shalt not kill" but that's just me.

 * Frank/Obituary writer: Here's another one here, Native San Franciscan, plumber, Elliot, Ralph. Moved to Dallas, disappeared four months ago. Body was found in a sewer.
 * Newspaper reporter: Well, guy takes his job too seriously, life goes down the drain. Haha.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Did they mention anything about his wife?
 * Newspaper reporter: Alright, okay. Look, I know that we're talking about real people so I'm sorry.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: No, no. I'm serious, did they mention the wife?
 * Newspaper reporter: No, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a joke about other people's lives.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: No, no. I'm really serious. Did they mention the wife? I just want to know about the wife.
 * Newspaper reporter: Hey, hey! You win, you win, okay? I'm a bad person!
 * Frank/Obituary writer: Hey, c'mon take it easy, will ya?
 * Newspaper reporter: No, he's saying I'm a bad person and that I'm insensitive. He's saying I'm a shit.
 * Frank/Obituary writer: He's not saying you're a shit!
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Did they-did they mention the wife?!
 * Newspaper reporter: No! No! They didn't mention the wife! Ya happy?! Yeah! Oh hoo, yes, yes. I'm insensitive! I'm a very insensitive man! Stop your job, look at the insensitive man! That's what they're paying you for!
 * Frank/Obituary writer: [to Charlie] He was my ride home.

 * Charlie Mackenzie: I don't want to lose you.
 * Harriet Michaels: You didn't. You rejected me.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Okay, I'm un-rejecting you.

 * Harriet Michaels: Ralph, this is Charlie.
 * Ralph: It's really great to meet you.
 * Charlie Mackenzie: Oh no, no. It's great to meet you. Yes, yes. I love you!
 * [hugs her tightly out of happiness, making his towel drop]
 * Charlie Mackenzie: ...I'm naked, aren't I?

 * Charlie Mackenzie: Marry me.
 * Harriet Michaels: No..
 * Charlie Mackenzie: ...Please?

Cast

 * Mike Myers - Charlie/Stuart Mackenzie
 * Brenda Fricker - May Mackenzie
 * Anthony LaPaglia - Tony Giardino
 * Nancy Travis - Harriet Michaels

Tagline

 * The honeymoon was killer

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I am mostly a Wikipedian: you can see more about me on w:User:Mindspillage.

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Wikiquote talk:Quote of the day/November 3, 2005

Attributing "Over The Rainbow" to Judy Garland is like crediting "Hamlet" to, say, Laurence Olivier. The lyrics of that song were written by E. Y. Harburg, music by Harold Arlen.


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Meša Selimović

Meša Selimović (26 April 1910 – 11 July 1982) was a Yugoslav writer. His novel Death and the Dervish is one of the most important literary works in post-World War II Yugoslavia. Some of the main themes in his works are the relations between individuality and authority, life and death, and other existential problems.

Death and the Dervish (1966)

 * A mi nismo ničiji, uvijek smo na nekoj međi, uvijek nečiji miraz. Zar je onda čudno što smo siromašni? Stoljećima mi se tražimo i prepoznajemo, uskoro nećemo znati ni tko smo, zaboravljamo već da nešto i hoćemo, drugi nam čine čast da idemo pod njihovom zastavom jer svoje nemamo, mame nas kad smo potrebni a odbacuju kad odslužimo, najtužniji vilajet na svijetu, najnesretniji ljudi na svijetu, gubimo svoje lice a tuđe ne možemo da primimo, otkinuti a neprihvaćeni, strani svakome i onima čiji smo rod, i onima koji nas u rod ne primaju. Živimo na razmeđu svjetova, na granici naroda, svakome na udaru, uvijek krivi nekome. Na nama se lome talasi istorije, kao na grebenu. Sila nam je dosadila, i od nevolje smo stvorili vrlinu: postali smo pametni iz prkosa.
 * Šta smo onda mi? Lude? Nesrećnici? Najzamršeniji ljudi na svijetu. Ni s kim istorija nije napravila takvu šalu kao s nama. Do jučer smo bili ono što želimo danas da zaboravimo. Ali nismo postali ni nešto drugo. Stali smo na pola puta, zabezeknuti. Ne možemo više nikud. Otrgnuti smo, a nismo prihvaćeni. Kao rukavac što ga je bujica odvojila od majke rijeke, i nema više toka ni ušća, suviše malen da bude jezero, suviše velik da ga zemlja upije. S nejasnim osjećanjem stida zbog porijekla, i krivice zbog otpadništva, nećemo da gledamo unazad, a nemamo kamo da gledamo unaprijed, zato zadržavamo vrijeme, u strahu od ma kakvog rješenja. Preziru nas i braća i došljaci, a mi se branimo ponosom i mržnjom. Htjeli smo da se sačuvamo, a tako smo se izgubili, da više ne znamo ni šta smo. Nesreća je što smo zavoljeli ovu svoju mrtvaju i nećemo iz nje. A sve se plaća, pa i ova ljubav.
 * Translated: We are no one's, always at a boundary, always someone’s dowry. Is it a wonder then that we are poor? For centuries now we have been seeking our true selves, yet soon we will not know who we are, we will forget that we ever wanted anything; others do us the honour of calling us under their banner for we have none, they lure us when we are needed and discard us when we have outserved the purpose they gave us. We remain the saddest little district of the world, the most miserable people of the world, losing our own persona and nor being able to take on anyone else's, torn away and not accepted, alien to all and everyone, including those with whom we are most closely related, but who will not recognise us as their kin. We live on a divide between worlds, at the border between nations, always at a fault to someone and first to be struck. Waves of history strike us as a sea cliff. Crude force has worn us out and we made a virtue out of a necessity: we grew smart out of spite.
 * So what are we? Fools? Miserable wretches? The most complex people in the world. No one is such a joke of history as we are. Only yesterday we were something that we now wish to forget, yet we have become nothing else. We stopped half way through, flabbergasted. There is no place we can go to any more. We are torn off, but not accepted. As a dead-end branch that streamed away from mother river has neither flow, nor confluence it can rejoin, we are too small to be a lake, too big to be sapped by the earth. With an unclear feeling of shame about our ancestry and guilt about our renegade status, we do not want to look into the past, but there is no future to look into; we therefore try to stop the time, terrified with the prospect of whatever solution might come about. Both our brethren and the newcomers despise us, and we defend ourselves with our pride and our hatred. We wanted to preserve ourselves, and that is exactly how we lost the knowledge of our identity. The greatest misery is that we grew fond of this dead end we are mired in and do not want to abandon it. But everything has a price and so does our love for what we are stuck with.

 * A man who is spiritually more developed than others is in a difficult situation, unless he is protected by his position and the fear that position instills. Such a man becomes a loner : his standards are different, useless to others, but they still set him apart."
 * *Death and the Dervish (Derviš i smrt), Part II, page. 245.

 * He entered into life with a burden that most of us bear: with the example of great men before his eyes and the desire to follow in their footsteps, but without any knowledge of petty men, who are the only ones we meet.
 * Death and the Dervish (Derviš i smrt), Part II, page. 329.

Poem
They are all this and everything in between; And most importantly they are mine, and I am theirs; And everything I’m saying; I’m saying about myself.
 * These are smart people; They receive a mess from the east, and a good life from the west; They never rush because only life rushes; They are not interested in what awaits after tomorrow; What is meant to be will come, and little of it depends on them; When they are together they are in trouble, for this they do not like to be together often; They rarely trust anyone, but it’s easiest to fool them with nice words; They do not resemble heroes, but they are not easily scared with threats; They pay attention to nothing, they care not of what happens around them; And then out of nowhere suddenly everything interests them, they flip everything and look around; Then they become sleepers again and do not like to remember what came to pass; They are scared of change because it often brings evil; They are easily fed up with a man, even if he does them good; Strange people; They talk bad about you but love you, kiss you on the cheek but hate you; Laugh at noble deeds but remember them; They spend most of their life on spite and goodness; And don’t know which is stronger when; Evil, good, gentle, raw, unable to move on, stormy, open, hidden;
 * About Bosnians

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Friendly Persuasion (film)

Friendly Persuasion is the title of a film released in 1956, starring Gary Cooper, Dorothy McGuire and Anthony Perkins.

Dialogue

 * Jess Birdwell: I'm just his father, Eliza, not his conscience. A man's life ain't worth a hill of beans except he lives up to his own conscience.

 * Prof. Waldo Quigley: I want you to know, sir, I honor your prejudices - -um, uh, convictions.

 * Josh Birdwell: I don't want to die. I don't think I could kill anyone if I tried. But I have to try, so long as other people have to.

 * Rebel soldier: Peach pie!
 * Little Jess Birdwell: It's rattlesnake pie.
 * Rebel soldier: Best rattlesnake pie *I* ever tasted.

Cast

 * Gary Cooper - Jess Birdwell
 * Dorothy McGuire - Eliza Birdwell
 * Anthony Perkins - Josh Birdwell
 * Richard Eyer - Little Jess Birdwell
 * Robert Middleton - Sam Jordan
 * Phyllis Love - Mattie Birdwell
 * Peter Mark Richman - Gard Jordan (as Mark Richman)
 * Walter Catlett - Professor Quigley
 * Richard Hale - Purdy
 * Joel Fluellen - Enoch
 * Theodore Newton - Major Harvey
 * John Smith - Caleb Cope
 * Marjorie Main - the widow Hudspeth
 * Edna Skinner - Opal Hudspeth
 * Marjorie Durant - Pearl Hudspeth
 * Frances Farwell - Ruby Hudspeth

Taglines
You'll love SAMANTHA, THE GOOSE! (re-release print ad - all caps)
 * WHAT FUN YOU'LL HAVE...AND WHAT A FAMILY! YOU'LL FEEL AS IF YOU ARE A PART OF IT...OR WOULD LIKE TO BE! (re-release print ad - all caps)

 * It Will Pleasure You in a Hundred Ways!

 * Try FRIENDLY PERSUASION: It's Powerful!

 * When You Looked At Jess Birdwell YOU LOOKED UP

 * Jess is a big man and he walks the Indiana earth in a big way... a man of few words and many strengths... a man born with the gift of laughter and the knack for love, a power for good, a man who doesn't hold with killing. But now Jess faces a big decision -- to keep faith with what he lives by -- or to fight for what he loves... Only so great a theme could make so great a motion picture!

 * Anthony Perkins, the most exciting screen discovery since James Dean!

 * Pat Boone, the sensational Dot Recording artist, can be heard singing the big hit title-song, "Friendly Persuasion"

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Talk:Pi (film)

Didnt any one said anything about Pi ,beside the moive that was made some 8 years ago ? Math is ancient people..Nothing ?!
 * Math is ancient people?! Amazing! 70.190.233.221 13:01, 8 May 2008 (UTC)

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Tevita Momoedonu

Ratu Tevita Momoedonu (born 4 February 1941 - November 26, 2020) is a Fijian chief and has served as the fifth Prime Minister of Fiji twice – each time extremely briefly. Both appointments were to get around constitutional technicalities; his first term of office – on 27 May 2000 lasted only a few minutes. His second term – from 14 to 16 March 2001 was for two days. He subsequently served his country as Ambassador to Japan. Using his chiefly title of "Taukei Sawaieke", he later led pushes for the Yasana of Ba to secede from the Burebasaga and Kubuna Confederacies to form their own fourth confederacy under the Tui Vuda, Ratu Josefa Iloilo, who died in 2011.

Comments on Japan, 7 October 2002
Source: Fiji's Tokyo Embassy website.

 * There we were right in the heart one of the largest Metropolitan Centres of the world, partaking in a gesture that was as old as the beginning of diplomatic relations between sovereign nations in so splendid a manner as must, without doubt, be such a sobering induction to any envoy to Japan. It had a tremendous impact on my outlook, and I look eagerly forward to doing, saying, advising and thinking whatever may best serve the preservation and enhancement of Fiji in Japan.

 * The Imperial Palace of Japan is like a breathtaking oasis snoozing in the midst of a concrete panorama. That the Tokyo Metropolitan Government painstakingly built their Capital City around the Imperial Palace is clearly reflective of the centrality of the monarchy’s unifying role in the life of Japanese society. It is a heart-warming thought and a valuable lesson to glean, in terms of its overall resilience to the challenges of modernization. As I see it, this feature of indigenous heritage is itself the most obvious common denominator between the Japanese and the Fijian peoples. The Japanese are being able to safeguard against an erosion of their respect, passion and regard for the Imperial Family in the face of external pressures. In the long run, this will, as a uniting stand, ensure their survival as a community of people. Now, that should certainly be a lesson for Fiji to learn from.

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Robert Fisk

Robert Fisk (born July 12 1946 – 30 October 2020) was a British journalist and war correspondent.

1990s

 * Clinton has changed all that. By endowing bin Laden with his new title (i. e. America's Public Enemy Number One), he has given the Saudi dissident what he sought: recognition as the greatest enemy of Western "corruption," the leader of all resistance against US policy in the Middle East. It would be funny if it weren't so tragic, the way America now treats its opponents as if they were Hollywood bandits.
 * Robert Fisk talks about Usama bin Ladin, September 21, 1998

2002

 * Iraq had absolutely nothing to do with 11 September. If the United States invades Iraq, we should remember that.
 * Quoted by Norman Solomon in Target Iraq: What the News Media Didn't Tell You, p. 45  (2003)

2003

 * And where, for God’s sake, does that wretched, utterly dishonest phrase “coalition forces” come from? There is no “coalition” in this Iraq war. There are the Americans and the British and a few Australians. That’s it.
 * Anglo-American Lies Exposed, March 24, 2003
 * So here’s a question from one who believed, only a week ago, that Baghdad might just collapse, that we might wake up one morning to find the Baathist militia and the Iraqi army gone and the Americans walking down Saadun Street with their rifles over their shoulders. If the Iraqis can still hold out against such overwhelming force in Umm Qasr for four days, if they can keep fighting in Basra and Nassariyeh — the latter a city which briefly rose in successful revolt against Saddam in 1991 — why should Saddam’s forces not keep fighting in Baghdad?
 * Anglo-American Lies Exposed, March 24, 2003

 * Two missiles from an American jet killed them all – by my estimate, more than 20 Iraqi civilians, torn to pieces before they could be 'liberated' by the nation that destroyed their lives. Who dares, I ask myself, to call this 'collateral damage'? 'It was an outrage, an obscenity', March 27, 2003

 * So it's a "truly remarkable achievement, is it? General Tommy Franks says so. Everything is going "according to plan, according to the British. So it's an achievement that the British still have not "liberated" Basra. It is "according to plan" that the Iraqis should be able to launch a scud missile from the Faw peninsula – supposedly under "British control" for more than a week. It is an achievement, truly remarkable of course, that the Americans lose an Apache helicopter to the gun of an Iraqi peasant, spend four days trying to cross the river bridges at Nasiriyah and are then confronted by their first suicide bomber at Najaf.
 * The monster of Baghdad is now the hero of Arabia, April 1, 2003

 * Sitting in Baghdad, listening to the God-awful propaganda rhetoric of the Iraqis but watching the often promiscuous American and British air attacks, I have a suspicion that what's gone wrong has nothing to do with plans. Indeed, I suspect there is no real overall plan. Because I rather think that this war's foundations were based not on military planning but on ideology.
 * The monster of Baghdad is now the hero of Arabia, April 1, 2003

 * Yet there is one achievement we should note. The ghastly Saddam, the most revolting dictator in the Arab world, who does indeed use heinous torture and has indeed used gas, is now leading a country that is fighting the world's only superpower and that has done so for almost two weeks without surrendering. Yes, General Tommy Franks has accomplished one "truly remarkable achievement". He has turned the monster of Baghdad into the hero of the Arab world and allowed Iraqis to teach every opponent of America how to fight their enemy.
 * The monster of Baghdad is now the hero of Arabia, April 1, 2003

 * Now let's be fair. College staff have every right to take their own protection against America's notoriously inaccurate "smart" bombs.
 * Cows and armed guards on a college campus. Where is the truth amid all this subterfuge?, April 2, 2003

 * At the time, I was working for The Times. My story ran in full. Then an official of the Foreign Office lunched my editor and told him my report was "not helpful". Because, of course, we supported President Saddam at the time and wanted revolutionary Iran to suffer and destroy itself. President Saddam was the good guy then. I wasn't supposed to report his human rights abuses. And now I'm not supposed to report the slaughter of the innocent by American or RAF pilots because the British Government has changed sides.
 * The ministry of mendacity strikes again, April 4, 2003

 * In reality, an American siege and occupation of the city would take weeks, perhaps months, but capture of the airport would allow troop-carrying aircraft to land. Since the city is 27 miles wide, an all-out assault could be an operation of epic proportions.
 * Allies 'seize most of Baghdad airport', April 4, 2003

 * The New York Times "last month announced that the Syrian-supported Hizbollah resistance in Lebanon had 10,000 missiles that could fly to Tel Aviv and "leave in their wake devastation more terrible than anything Israel has ever known". The missiles are a myth – I travel the roads of southern Lebanon every two weeks and there are no such missiles, as the UN force there will confirm – but this doesn't matter.
 * Would President Assad invite a cruise missile to his palace?, 15 April, 2003

 * If you stand up to people, they'll respect you for it. I had an e-mail from a Cambridge University American law student, and he said, 'You are an evil f-- man,' so I called him up - he put his telephone number on it - and I said, 'I'm going to call the police if I have any more messages like this from you. This is an abusive, threatening letter.' And he invited me to give a lecture. I couldn't do it, but I would have done it if I'd had the time.
 * A reporter who thinks objective journalism is a synonym for government mouthpiece, November 2, 2003

The Great War for Civilization (2005)

 * War is primarily not about victory or defeat but about death and the infliction of death. It represents the total failure of the human spirit.
 * Preface (page XIX)
 * I don't like the definition 'war correspondent'. It is history, not journalism, that has condemned the Middle East to war. I think 'war correspondent' smells a bit, reeks of false romanticism: it has too much of the whiff of Victorian reporters who would view battles from hilltops in the company of ladies, immune to suffering, only occasionally glancing towards the distant pop-pop of cannon fire.
 * Preface (page XXI)

 * In just one year in Bosnia, thirty of my colleagues died. There is a little Somme waiting for all innocent journalists.
 * Preface (page XXI)

 * I suppose, in the end, we journalists try - or should try - to be the first impartial witnesses of history. If we have any reason for our existence, the least must be our ability to report history as it happens so that no one can say: 'we didn't know - no one told us.'
 * Preface (page XXIII)

 * And I think, in the end, that is the best definition of journalism I have heard; to challenge authority - all authority - especially so when governments and politicians take us to war, when they have decided that they will kill and others will die.
 * Preface (page XXIII)

 * When we journalists fail to get across the reality of events to our readers, we have not only failed in our job; we have also become a party to the bloody events that we are supposed to be reporting. If we cannot tell the truth about the shooting down of a civilian airliner - because this will harm 'our' side in a war or because it will cast one of our 'hate' countries in the role of victim or because it might upset the owner of our newspaper - then we contribute to the very prejudices that provoke wars in the first place. If we cannot blow the whistle on a navy that shoots civilians out of the sky, then we make future killings of the same kind as 'understandable' as Mrs Thatcher found this one. Delete the Americans' panic and incompetence - all of which would be revealed in the months to come - and pretend an innocent pilot is a suicidal maniac, and it's only a matter of time before we blow another airliner out of the sky. Journalism can be lethal.
 * Chapter 8: Drinking the Poisoned Chalice (page 333)

 * And history`s fingers never relax their grip, never leave us unmolested, can touch us even when we would never imagine their presence.
 * Chapter 11: 'Fifty Thousand Miles From Palestine' (page 464)

 * 'Terrorism' is a word that has become a plague on our vocabulary,the excuse and reason and moral permit for state-sponsored violence - our violence - which is now used on the innocent of the Middle East ever more outrageously and promiscuously. Terrorism, terrorism, terrorism. It has become a full stop, a punctuation mark, a phrase, a speech, a sermon, the be-all and end-all of everything that we must hate in order to ignore injustice and occupation and murder on a mass scale. Terror, terror, terror, terror. It is a sonata, a symphony, an orchestra tuned to every television and radio station and news agency report, the soap-opera of the Devil, served up on prime-time or distilled in wearyingly dull and mendacious form by the right-wing 'commentators' of the America east coast or the Jerusalem Post or the intellectuals of Europe. Strike against Terror. Victory over Terror. War on Terror. Everlasting War on Terror. Rarely in history have soldiers and journalists and presidents and kings aligned themselves in such thoughtless, unquestioning ranks. In August 1914, the soldiers thought they would be home by Christmas. Today, we are fighting for ever. The war is eternal. The enemy is eternal, his face changing on our screens. Once he lived in Cairo and sported a moustache and nationalised the Suez Canal. Then he lived in Tripoli and wore a ridiculous military uniform and helped the IRA and bombed American bars in Berlin. Then he wore a Muslim Imam's gown and ate yoghurt in Tehran and planned Islamic revolution. Then he wore a white gown and lived in a cave in Afghanistan and then he wore another silly moustache and resided in a series of palaces around Baghdad. Terror, terror, terror. Finally, he wore a kuffiah headdress and outdated Soviet-style military fatigues, his name was Yassir Arafat, and he was the master of world terror and then a super-statesman and then again, a master of terror, linked by Israeli enemies to the terror-Meister of them all, the one who lived in the Afghan cave.

2006

 * Now quite apart from the fact that many Iraqis -- along with myself -- have grave doubts about whether [abu Marsab al-] Zarqawi exists and that al-Qaida's Zarqawi, if he does exist, does not merit the title of "insurgency mastermind,...
 * All the news that's fit to slant, March 21, 2006

 * I do truly treasure this story. It proves my point that the Los Angeles Times -- along with the big East Coast dailies -- should all be called U.S. OFFICIALS SAY.
 * [[March 21], 2006: ], March 21, 2006

 * We have been conned again. The Israeli elections, we are told, mean that the dream of "Greater Israel" has finally been abandoned...But it is a lie.
 * Another Brick in the Wall, April 4, 2006

 * I can't help wondering today how many of the innocents slaughtered in Haditha took the opportunity to vote in the Iraqi elections -- before their "liberators" murdered them.
 * The way Americans like their war, June 4, 2006

 * Yesterday, with an inevitability born of the utterly false promise that the bloodbath in Iraq is yielding dividends, we were supposed to believe that the death of Zarqawi was a famous victory.
 * Zarqawi's end is not a famous victory, nor will it bring Iraq any nearer to peace, June 9, 2006

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Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

Pierre Ambroise François Choderlos de Laclos (18 October 1741 – 5 September 1803) was a French novelist, official and army general. He is chiefly remembered for his epistolary novel, Les liaisons dangereuses (Dangerous Liaisons).

Les liaisons dangereuses (1782)

 * Le succès, qui ne prouve pas toujours le mérite, tient souvent davantage au choix du sujet qu’à son exécution.
 * Success, which is not always a proof of merit, depends more often on the choice of a subject than on its execution.
 * Editor's Preface. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).
 * This preface was written by Choderlos de Laclos in the guise of an editor.

 * On peut citer de mauvais vers, quand ils sont d'un grand poète.
 * One may quote bad poetry if it is by a great poet.
 * Letter 4: Le Vicomte de Valmont to la Marquise de Merteuil. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

 * L'amour est, comme la médecine, seulement l'art d'aider à la nature.
 * Love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature.
 * Letter 10: La Marquise de Merteuil to le Vicomte de Valmont. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

 * J’ai été étonné du plaisir qu’on éprouve en faisant le bien.
 * I was astonished at the pleasure to be derived from doing good.
 * Letter 21: Le Vicomte de Valmont to la Marquise de Merteuil. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

 * Le scélérat a ses vertus, comme l'honnête homme a ses faiblesses.
 * The scoundrel has his good qualities, and the good man his weaknesses.
 * Letter 32: Madame de Volanges to Madame la Présidente Tourvel. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

 * Une occasion manquée se retrouve, tandis qu’on ne revient jamais d’une démarche précipitée.
 * An opportunity missed once will present itself again, whereas a too hasty action can never be recalled.
 * Letter 33: La Marquise de Merteuil to le Vicomte de Valmont. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

 * On a toujours assez vécu, quand on a eu le temps d’acquérir l’amour des femmes et l’estime des hommes.
 * One has lived long enough if one has had time to win the love of women and the esteem of men.
 * Letter 79: Le Vicomte de Valmont to la Marquise de Merteuil. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

 * Une main occupée pour la force, l'autre pour l'amour, quel orateur pourrait prétendre à la grâce en pareille situation?
 * One hand was needed for power, the other for love: where is the orator that could aspire to grace in such a position?
 * Letter 96: Le Vicomte de Valmont to la Marquise de Merteuil. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

 * Le luxe absorbe tout: on le blâme, mais il faut l'imiter; et le superflu finit par priver du nécessaire.
 * Luxury, nowadays, is ruinous. We criticize, but must conform, and superfluities in the end deprive us of necessities.
 * Letter 104: La Marquise de Merteuil to Madame de Volanges. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

 * La honte que cause l’amour est comme sa douleur: on ne l’éprouve qu’une fois. On peut encore la feindre après; mais on ne la sent plus. Cependant le plaisir reste, et c’est bien quelque chose.
 * The shame love causes is like its pain; we only feel it once. We may feign it afterwards, but we do not feel it.  However, the pleasure remains, and that is indeed something.
 * Letter 105: La Marquise de Merteuil to Cécile Volanges. Trans. Richard Aldington (1924).

 * L’homme jouit du bonheur qu’il ressent, et la femme de celui qu’elle procure. Cette différence, si essentielle et si peu remarquée, influe pourtant, d'une manière bien sensible, sur la totalité de leur conduite respective. Le plaisir de l’un est de satisfaire des désirs, celui de l’autre est surtout de les faire naître.
 * Man enjoys the happiness he feels, woman the happiness she gives. This difference, so essential and yet so seldom noticed, has a marked difference on the whole of their respective behaviour.  A man's pleasure is to satisfy desires, a woman's is chiefly to arouse them.
 * Letter 130: Madame de Rosemonde to Madame la Présidente Tourvel. Trans. Richard Aldington (1924).

 * Pour les hommes, dites-vous vous-même, l'infidélité n'est pas l'inconstance.
 * With men, you say yourself, infidelity is not inconstancy.
 * Letter 139: Madame la Présidente Tourvel to Madame de Rosemonde. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

 * Le ridicule qu’on a augmente toujours en proportion qu’on s’en défend.
 * One's ridiculousness increases in proportion as one denies it.
 * Letter 141: La Marquise de Merteuil to le Vicomte de Valmont. Trans. Richard Aldington (1924).

 * Ou vous avez un rival ou vous n'en n'avez pas. Si vous en avez un, il faut plaire pour lui être préféré; si vous n'en n'avez pas, il faut encore plaire pour éviter d'en avoir.
 * Either you have a rival or you don't. If you have one, you must set out to please, so as to be preferred to him. If you don't have one, you must still please so as to obviate the possibility of having one.
 * Letter 152: La Marquise de Merteuil to le Vicomte de Valmont. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

 * On n'est heureux que par l'amour.
 * Only love can make one happy.
 * Letter 155: Le Vicomte de Valmont to le Chevalier Danceny. Trans. P.W.K. Stone (1961).

Misattributed

 * La vengeance est un plat qui se mange froid.
 * Revenge is a dish best eaten cold.
 * Commonly said to be from Les liaisons dangereuses, but not found there.

title: Pierre Choderlos de Laclos


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User:TCorp

Quotes

 * "...and so the thinkers fled, leaving the savages behind to kill themselves in their mindless orgy of bloodlust and greed..." ~ TCorp

 * "I'm currently working on my own religion. I'm building it on the scientology profit model for the cashflow, but with stories and dogma that make more sense, mixed in with a hard line stance against a current problem like social dumbification. We're gonna have some dogma in it, spooky language of course, ambiguous scriptures about events that could have happened, stuff you just have to believe in (faith), priests, and everything else that goes along with it. It's gonna be cool! I'm hoping after my death, my religion takes off in a big way and becomes a runaway monster that feeds on the minds of the gullible and their children. And with me no longer around, there will be no one there to stop it or appreciate the full hilarity of my followers' demise. Eventually it will gain global power once it has infiltrated world politics and large portions of Earth's population shall be enslaved and manipulated by its power without them even realizing it. All this by a book I wrote on a weekend between eating chicken out of a bucket. ~ TCorp

 * "I fail to find flattery in fallaciloquence forked forth to friends by fiends." ~ TCorp

 * "There are people with religious beliefs and there are normal people." ~ TCorp

 * "The emergence of complexity is inherent to the natural laws of physics. The very existence of the laws of physics renders godly agents superfluous." ~ TCorp

 * "Life is an emergent complex equilibrium between chemical matter and natural forces, but try explaining that to a creationist." ~ TCorp

 * "Atheism: Because we all share a home called Earth and some of you are taking dumps all over the living room." ~ TCorp

 * "The Jesus story was adapted for the Bible for the same reason you can buy beer at McDonalds in some countries. Marketability." ~ TCorp

 * "You know you're an optimist when you define the ID row of your USERS table as an INT(11)." ~ TCorp

 * "Yo Religion. I'm really happy for you and imma let you finish, but science has the best explanations of all time. OF ALL TIME!" ~ TCorp

 * "Complexities emergent from the chaotic mass and orderly laws of the universe now can behold self." ~ TCorp
 * Also as: "Complexities -emergent from the chaotic mass sprung from the natural laws of the Universe- allow the Universe to behold itself."

 * "Those that propose faith as filler in knowledge-gaps tend to overlook their widening credibility-gaps." ~ TCorp

 * "By the power of Wiki, dumbness BE GONE" ~ TCorp

 * "The more you believe, the less you know. The more you know, the less you believe." ~ TCorp

 * "Rational Atheists don't "believe", but deduce. As a matter of fact the act of becoming an Atheist is the act of de-"deus"-ing." ~ TCorp

 * "A sufficiently educated person will naturally reject unnatural causes for natural events." ~ TCorp

 * "Much like Seinfeld, life is a show about nothing." ~ TCorp

 * "There's more historical evidence for the past existence of Santa than there is for Jesus." ~ TCorp

 * "You can lead creationists to a fountain of knowledge but you'll have a heck of a time getting them to drink." ~ TCorp

 * "Your life has no particular significance other than what you make of it. How hard can that be to accept?" ~ TCorp

 * "A false belief, however prevalent amongst peers, persistent throughout history or personally comforting, is still but a delusion." ~ TCorp

 * "When left untreated, delusions spread unhindered in susceptible populations. Even to the extent that the infected form a majority." ~ TCorp

 * "Those still believing in Adam & Eve ungratefully enjoy the fruits of knowledge while pretending to live in the garden of ignorance." ~ TCorp

 * "The claim that the inherent and accumulated morality of mankind, absent a religious or spiritual belief would vanish is a fallacy." ~ TCorp

 * "Peace is nothing more than a pause between outbursts until the underlying religious and cultural fables are put to rest." ~ TCorp

 * "Science is the muscle relaxant that relinquishes the clinching on the heads of people from religion's persistent sphincter." ~ TCorp

 * "Religion's despicability manifests in its insistence to obsess on the delusions and misconceptions of past and present fools." ~ TCorp

 * "I'm hopeful that one day science will find a cure for religion." ~ TCorp

 * "There will come a day when removing bad genes will be as common as personal hygiene." ~ TCorp

 * "Matter, space and time form the only trinity that ultimately exists and matters. We exist within them and as them. We are the result of the rules of matter in space over time and when death comes we shall know no more." ~ TCorp

 * "We don't have racists because we have races. We have races because we have racists." ~ TCorp

 * "Progress & grand plans are not derived from the scribbles of scripture, but from all minds that contribute. This vexes religion." ~ TCorp

 * "Positive contributions made by religion are but contributions by association. The followers' self-induced bliss has yet to pay off." ~ TCorp

 * "There's nothing foolish in knowing what evidence is and rejecting ideas that don't have any to support them." ~ TCorp

 * "Religions spread like memetic fungi on a landscape made of brains." ~ TCorp

 * "I refuse to respectfully disagree. It lends undue credibility. I rather insult than bow down to uphold a farce of pretentious harmony." ~ TCorp

 * "Religious? ლ(ಠﭾಠლ) Y U NO USE BRAIN?" ~ TCorp

 * "The name "Bible" is too ambiguous. They should change the name to "The World According To Goat Herders". ~ TCorp

 * "Religions are tribal business models that organize groups of people to kill members of competing tribes." . ~ TCorp

 * "Religions divide and conquer people, forcing them to battle for the survival of beliefs at the expense of lives in their servitude." ~ TCorp

 * "If you're going to insist the Bible was written by God, then I'm going to insist Lord Of The Rings was written by Bilbo Baggins." ~ TCorp

 * "A most telling fear of inquiry impedes sermons from ending with 'Any questions?'" ~ TCorp

 * "Every time the press refers to the Higgs-boson as the 'God particle', a priest rapes a child. Think of the children." ~ TCorp

 * "Religions claim a monopoly on worship. If you need something to worship, you can start with the planet you're privileged to briefly walk on." ~ TCorp

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User:Sarge Baldy

Hi. I'm also on Wikipedia.

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