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Cowboy Bebop

Cowboy Bebop (1998-1999) is a critically acclaimed 26 episode Japanese animated series by Shinichiro Watanabe about the misadventures and tragedies of a crew of bounty hunters living in the spaceship named Bebop. An animated film written by Keiko Nobumoto was released in 2001.

Asteroid Blues

 * [Jet brings up a wanted criminal on the monitor]
 * Jet Black: Asimov Solensan. He's our next target. [Spike looks uninterested to his dinner]
 * Spike Spiegel: Uh, listen, Jet...
 * Jet: This guy's a major player in the syndicate, operates all around the asteroids.
 * Spike: You said "bell peppers and beef"...
 * Jet: His name's Asimov Solensan. Are you listening to me?
 * Spike: There's no beef in here. So, you wouldn't really call it "bell peppers and beef" now, would you?
 * Jet: [pause] Yes, I would.
 * Spike: Well, it's not!
 * Jet: It is when you're broke, all right?
 * Spike: What happened to the million woolong reward we got for that last guy?
 * Jet: The repair bill for the cruiser you wrecked, and the one from the shop you trashed, and the medical bill from the cop you injured killed the dough! [both pause for a long beat] Now, three days ago, there was a big shootout between his group and a rival syndicate. He killed his own guys then took off like the wind. Word is, he's hiding out with some sweet thing in Tijuana.
 * Spike: TJ? That place is for small fries.
 * Jet: Yeah, well, this small fry is worth two-and-a-half million.
 * Spike: I don't feel like it.
 * Jet: Speaking of beef, they say in TJ, "the carnitas are out of this world"...

 * Spike: This is real mystic and all, but uh, do you have anything to eat here?
 * Old Man Bull: [Stomach growls]
 * Spike: I see.
 * Old Man Bull: The red-eyed coyote will appear in the Zona Norte at the far end of town. That is what I see.
 * Spike: A red-eyed coyote north of town?
 * Old Man Bull: You, Swimming Bird.
 * Spike: Hm?
 * Old Man Bull: The Swimming Bird will meet a woman. The bird will be hunted by this woman, and then-- death.
 * Spike: [beat] One more time.
 * Old Man Bull: What's that?
 * Spike: I was killed once before... by a woman.
 * Old Man Bull: You take women too lightly, my friend.
 * Spike: On the contrary. Catch ya' later. [he exits the tent]
 * Old Man Bull:, guide his spirit.

 * Antonio: This again?! Son of a bitch! Takin’ my money like that, ya’ cheatin’ dogs! Why the only reason you can even live here is ‘cause of what I done! I busted my tail to dig that gate!
 * Carlos: For criminy sakes, you always say the same thing when you’re losin’. We all dug that gate together and you know it.
 * Jobin: That we did. We worked like there was no tomorrow.

 * Spike: I’m just an old-fashioned cowboy.

 * Jet: Having ourselves a little nap, huh?
 * Spike: I had a sweet dream.

Stray Dog Strut

 * [Spike talks to a cashier while looking at weapons]
 * Cashier: Pet shop? What kind?
 * Spike: The shady kind.
 * Cashier: Listen, bro, here's the deal. You can buy anything here on Mars from guns to . And of course, choice information can be purchased as well. So if you wanna know something, let me see some cash. [Spike looks at a pair of long black nunchucks]
 * Spike: Hmm. Long chain on this one.  model?
 * Cashier: Hey, pretty good eye! That's a rare one from back in the mid-30s. [Spike tries using the nunchucks]
 * Spike: Yeah, it's an antique for sure.

 * [Hakim and Spike confront each other on the bridge]
 * Hakim: So are you a bounty hunter, or some animal rights chump?
 * Spike: You know, you really make me laugh, Hakim--risking your life for a dog that’s only worth a fistful of woolongs.
 * Hakim: What's it to you?
 * Spike: Nothin' but a giggle, but you're worth a barrel full of woolongs yourself, my friend.

 * Spike: I hate kids and pets. They’re all a royal pain in the butt!

 * Spike: [at the park holding the Welsh Corgi on lead] Why don't you do this part?
 * Jet: Complaining again. Didn’t your grandmother ever tell you that a good boy has to finish what he starts?
 * Spike: My grandmother died before I was born.
 * Jet: My condolences.

 * Spike: Well, here’s another great moment in the legend of Spike, famous bounty hunter and dog walker.

 * Jet: Now don’t get too hot-headed, Spike.
 * Spike: You haven’t seen hot-headed yet, Jet!

Honky Tonk Women

 * [Faye talking to a shopkeeper right before a shootout]
 * Faye: You know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.

 * [Spike and Jet talking in a casino elevator]
 * Jet: So Charlie says, "Only hands can wash hands. If you want to receive, you have to give." Something like that. I wish I could remember the exact words. Anyway, I think Charlie's telling us to just do it. Ha... What do you make of it?
 * Spike: Somehow I don't think Charlie Parker'd be quoting Goethe.
 * Jet: Come on, it's just a dream I had. Lighten up.
 * Spike: I have a feeling that dream's gonna suck up our last five thousand woolongs.

 * [Spike and Jet talk to Faye handcuffed to the toilet]
 * Faye: What do you want?
 * Jet: Well, we were thinking about you and we had a little change of heart. Why lock a fine young lady like you up in a place like this?
 * Faye: You creeps aren't getting any ideas, are you?
 * Jet: On the contrary. We're taking you someplace where you'll be very well protected.
 * Faye: [passive] Oh, and where would that be?
 * Spike/Jet: The police station. [Faye gasps]
 * Jet: You were right. 200K is chump change compared to your price, Faye Valentine.
 * Faye: I don't believe this! Do they put a bounty on me?
 * Spike: Six million fat woolongs.
 * Faye: Six million? Is that all they're offering?
 * Jet: ..Just how much money do you owe, anyway?

 * Faye: We're Romanies. For eons we've wandered the stars looking for love. It's our way.
 * Spike: Huh?
 * Faye: You don't know anything, do you? Romanies are gypsies! And you know what we call someone like you? A Gorgio—that means a bumpkin that doesn't know which way is up.
 * Spike: "Gorgio", I like that. [Faye howls out loud, Ein yawns]
 * Faye: The wilds are calling me! You can't keep me locked up!
 * Jet: Save it for the police.
 * Spike: Come on, Jet, let's get outta here.
 * Faye: [grunts] Fine! I'm not gonna run away! At least uncuff one hand! I can't even go to the bathroom this way!
 * Jet: Man, you're a real talker, aren't ya?

Gateway Shuffle

 * Spike: The music box is broken, or is it? It starts to play and a haunting tune fills the air. I awake suddenly from my dream, there is no music box and yet there it is, a tiny one, nestled in my hand and I awake from the dream again as if I were peeling an onion. It’s a dream no matter how far I go; I can never reach reality, trapped in an endless nightmare.

 * Faye: When you're told not to open something, well, who can resist?

 * Faye: You know what they say cowboy, easy come easy go.

 * Spike: That missile will hit Ganymede before I have a chance to recharge!
 * Faye: Hey there, have a little trouble?
 * Spike: Huh?
 * Faye: I can bail you out for 80%...
 * Spike: You're insane!!
 * Faye: OK, bye-bye now!
 * Spike: Alright, 40%, that's my last offer!
 * Faye: OK, I get the 60!
 * Jet: Deal, just do it!

 * Spike: "Next time", "we'll make money"? Jet, is she saying what I'm thinking she's saying, cause if she is...
 * Jet: I don't know and I have no opinion.
 * Spike: Man, she's taking a shower in our shower. That's not OK, right?
 * Jet: Don't know, I have no opinion.
 * Spike: ...fine, I'll go tell her myself.
 * Jet: Mmmm... huh?- Wait, Spike! [three gunshots are heard] Bad move, Spike-o!

Ballad of Fallen Angels

 * Spike: Isn't it bad for your health to drink it all in one gulp, Annie?
 * Anastasia: What's bad for my health is seeing you come back to life. It's a shock to the system.
 * Spike: Hey, thanks a lot for the warm welcome.
 * Anastasia: Hmph. Why welcome the dead? It's all futile.
 * Spike: But I'm alive.
 * Anastasia: No, you're not. You died three years ago. That's how things work here.

 * Jet: Let me tell you something. You're not gonna get any reward money from Mao. [Spike inserts bullets into a magazine] He's already dead. Assassinated. Internal politics. Between rival crime syndicates. You understand? It's a trap!
 * Spike: Yeah, I know. I know the whole sad story. [inserts magazine into his pistol]
 * Jet: And you're still going? Wait, does this have to do with Mao?
 * Spike: Yeah. I have a debt to pay off.
 * [Jet hesitates to find the urge and answer Spike's question]
 * Jet: You wanted to know what happened to my arm.
 * Spike: Huh? [Jet holds the wrist of his prosthetic arm]
 * Jet: This is what I've paid. Yeah, for being too gung-ho and running ahead of the game. You get the point?
 * Spike: I don't want to do this, Jet.
 * Jet: Then why are you?
 * Spike: Let's just say my past is catching up to me.

 * Vicious: When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. You agree, don't you, Spike?
 * Spike: I'm just watching a bad dream I never wake up from.
 * Vicious: I'll wake you up right now.
 * Spike: What's your rush, Vicious? After all, it's been a long time.
 * Vicious: [chuckles] Are you pleading for your life?
 * Spike: Hardly. Begging doesn't work on you, remember? Even if it's coming from the man who took you in and made you what you are.
 * Vicious: Perhaps, but he was a beast who lost his fangs. That's why he had to die, Spike. And that's why you have to die.

 * Vicious: You should see yourself. Do you have any idea what you look like right at this moment, Spike?
 * Spike: What?
 * Vicious: A ravenous beast. The same blood runs through both of us. The blood of a beast who wanders, hunting for the blood of others.
 * Spike: I've bled all that kind of blood away.
 * Vicious: THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!

 * [Spike, bandaged head to toe, regains consciousness. Faye is watching over him, humming]
 * Faye: Oh, you're finally up, huh? You slept too much, you've been asleep three days. Yeah, I was starting to worry about you. Hey, you should be grateful to me for staying here.
 * [Spike beckons her over]
 * Spike: [muffled] You sing off-key.
 * [Spike screams in pain and Faye angrily walks out of the room]

Sympathy for the Devil

 * Jet: Damn, that sounds sweet. I knew it would.
 * Spike: Heh... I thought you like jazz.
 * Jet: Don't be dense. I started wailing the blues when the doctor whacked my bottom on the day I was born.
 * Spike: A baby hipster, very cool.

 * Jet: Yo! Hey, Fatty! Fatty River, long time no see!
 * Fatty: Oh! Who'd have guessed, if it isn't Jet Black! [they both pat each other's shoulders] Well, well, when the hell did you blow in?
 * Jet: How about you? You're lookin' pretty cheery. What happened, did you catch a nice big one? [both laughing out loud]
 * [Wen takes Zebra to the exit; Giraffe then sees them and follows them before Spike tails behind him]
 * Jet: I had no idea you were a fan of the blues, Fatty!
 * Fatty: You kidding me? I listened to the blues when I was still in my father's sack, if you know what I mean!

 * Spike: Come on! There's nothing to be afraid of. Come here, let's talk.
 * [Wen shoots Spike's right arm, throws his pistol off to an empty area]
 * Wen: You'd better stay out of it. [Spike turns to him] Little twerp like you sticks his neck out too far, he'll get it cut off. Understand? [Spike then starts groaning in pain]
 * Spike: Don't give me that crap, kid!
 * Wen: Sorry, but I'm not a kid.
 * Spike: Yeah, all kids say that. [Wen pauses for a long beat]
 * Wen: I know what I look like, but I was alive when this place was an outpost, before the asteroids were even settled. Get the picture?

 * Jet: When the Gate exploded, a was created from the resulting twists in hyperspace—a kind of singularity that drew in vast amounts of energy, enclosing and crystallising them into a single, the gem that makes up this ring. The same energy broke Wen's . His  continually produces a substance like  that inhibits ageing. That's the theory in a nutshell. Get the picture?
 * Spike: Yeah, as if.
 * Jet: [sighs] I don't either. Which simply means, there's no way to know for sure until we stick the gem into the kid and find out.
 * [Spike puts the gem-pointed bullet into the gun and cocks it]
 * Jet: Anything could happen. It could blow sky high the moment it hits.
 * Spike: ..Kinda makes it interesting.

 * Wen: I see... Yes, I can finally die at last... [Spike walks to him] Ah, I feel so heavy... [sighs] But I feel... I finally feel at ease. Do you understand? [Spike pauses] Do you understand? Do you...?
 * [Wen passes on. Spike picks up his harmonica, blows into it with no sound]
 * Spike: Yeah, I understand... as if.
 * [Spike throws the harmonica in the air, slowing uses a finger gun gesture to it]
 * Spike: Bang.

Heavy Metal Queen

 * V.T.: Talk about the bottom of the food chain. Bounty hunters must be the lowest form of life there is.
 * Spike: You think so?
 * V.T.: I know so. Human beings are just a price tag to them. They live by gambling on other peoples' lives.
 * Spike: Yeah? Well, that may be.
 * V.T.: So have a seat. The drinks are on me.

 * [Spike and Faye hitchhike inside V.T.'s Heavy Metal Queen tanker ship, with loud heavy metal music playing in the background]
 * Faye: [shouting] How many times do I have to tell you the same thing?! Short, bald with glasses and Saraswati—
 * Spike: [shouting] Huh?! What're you saying?!
 * Faye: I JUST SAID IT!! OHHHH!! Can you please turn down that repulsive music?!
 * V.T.: I don't think so. "".
 * Faye: Huh?
 * V.T.: And it's not repulsive, it's very soothing. It's called heavy metal, by the way.

 * [Jet's repairs to Faye's ship still aren't done]
 * Faye: It's so ugly... and pieces of it are still broken!
 * Jet: [mutters] Too bad it wasn't your mouth that was broken.
 * Faye: I heard that.

 * [Spike goes outside to find his ship has been vandalized]
 * Spike: Ack! My ship!
 * Muriel: Yeah, it was trashed by those three guys. I think they were called the "Something Brothers".
 * Spike: You were watching?
 * Muriel: Uh-huh!
 * Spike: Then Muriel, why didn't you tell me about it?
 * Muriel: But I did tell you. I told you just now!

 * [after escaping the exploding Linus mining satellite]
 * Spike: Thanks for the help, Victoria Terpsichore. [V.T. is stunned] And give your husband my thanks, too. I figured out who you were because of this. [gives pocket watch to V.T.] Of course, everyone's heard about him... the legendary bounty hunter Terpsichore, and wife. [V.T. gives a moment of silence]
 * V.T.: I won't be able to give him your thanks for a while. I'm afraid he's doing all his bounty hunting up in Heaven these days.
 * Spike: I see. [V.T. gives the wad of bills to Spike, he takes back his thousand woolong note] The rest is for your husband. I'm sure he's got a hangover up there. [V.T. gasps in surprise] Treat him to a on me.

Waltz for Venus

 * Rocco: Come on, can't you show a little mercy and compassion?
 * Spike: 'Fraid I'm fresh outta that stuff.

 * [Spike gives a third of the bounty to Faye]
 * Spike: That's all you're gonna get, Faye.
 * Faye: I know... don't sweat it.
 * Spike: Depositing it at the casino again?
 * Faye: It's a lot more fun than the bank.
 * Spike: Girl never gives up...

 * Rocco: How did you do that?
 * Spike: You're tense, I'm calm. You apply excessive force, I control that force through fluid motion. That means relaxing the whole body so that it could react instantly without resistance. You know, without thought. Do you see now? It means becoming like clear water.
 * Rocco: Water?
 * Spike: Right. Water can take any form. It drifts without effort one moment then pounds down in a torrent the very next.

 * Stella: Everyone says bad things about him... And he seems to hang out with some bad people... But Rocco is a good person.
 * Spike: I might be one of those bad people he hangs out with.
 * Stella: Maybe. Guess you could be one, but if you are, you’re very different. I can feel these things. Both you and Rocco have something beautiful inside you. It’s hard for most people to see it, but it’s there. I know it is, that’s why I’m sharing my tea with you.
 * Spike: Something beautiful, huh? I’m afraid that… afraid that I lost that a long time ago.

 * Stella: I... I never got to see Roco once with my own eyes...Hey, what was Rocco like?
 * Spike: You know without looking, right? He was a great guy. Exactly the person you thought he was.

Jamming with Edward

 * Spike: I'm gonna have to pass this time.
 * Jet: You're leaving me alone with her?
 * Spike: Yeah, what's the problem? She's all gung-ho about this thing, y'know.
 * Jet: I'm not the type to be led around by a woman.
 * Spike: Then you'll have to lead her around.
 * Jet: I'm even less the type to do that.

 * Faye: Hackers are nerdy, pasty, tubby little geeks with triple-thick glasses, and this one is probably a demented with smelly feet, so catching him will be a breeze.
 * Jet: Is that right? And what do you know about hackers, anyway? It might've been like that when you were young, but that was a long time ago.
 * Faye: What are you trying to say, Jet? That I'm starting to get old like you?
 * Jet: Well, you can't tell a woman's age by looking—oww!! [Faye rams her heel into his foot]
 * Faye: And you can't tell what a woman will DO by looking, so you'll have to be very careful.
 * Jet: Same with a snake!
 * Spike: [chuckles] You two make a lovely couple.
 * Faye: I'm waiting!

 * Ed: Ed will introduce Ed's full name - Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV.
 * Spike: That's a long name.
 * Faye: Who the hell's this?
 * Ed: Ed made up that name for Ed, isn't it cool?
 * Spike: If you made it up, how can you be the 4th?

 * Jet: [describing Edward from conflicting interviews] Radical Edward's profile: He's a 7 foot tall ex-basketball pro Hindu guru drag queen alien.

 * Spike: Jet, do you know that there are three things that I particularly hate?
 * Jet: Really?
 * Spike: Kids, animals, and women with attitudes. So tell me, Jet... WHY DO WE HAVE ALL THREE OF THEM NEATLY GATHERED IN OUR SHIP!?!?

Ganymede Elegy

 * Faye: He's kidding himself if he thinks his old girlfriend's still carrying the torch for him.
 * Spike: And you're kidding yourself if you think every woman's like you. They're not you know.

 * Ed: Duty calls, THREE O'CLOCK TEA!

 * Jet: Nope, just wandering around with some weirdos.

 * Alisa: I don't need time that stands still.

 * Jet: I'll do this. You can go back.
 * Spike: You are not gonna let him go, are ya?
 * Jet: When I was a cop this was my beat. I'm the Black Dog, and once I bite, I don't let go. I have no regrets about her, but I'll settle this score on my own terms.
 * Spike: Sense of justice and duty, huh...

Toys in the Attic

 * Jet: Humans were meant to work and sweat to earn a living. Those that try to get rich quick, or live at the expense of others, all get somewhere along the line. That's the lesson. Unfortunately we quickly forget the lessons we've learned, and then we have to learn them all over again.

 * Faye: "Survival of the fittest" is the law of nature. We deceive or we are deceived. Thus, we flourish or perish. Nothing good ever happened to me when I trusted others. That is the lesson.

 * [Spike is unable to figure what toxin Jet has in the database]
 * Faye: So what is it? [hears Ein barking] Ein, give it a rest, would ya?
 * Spike: Well, this is not an ordinary rat. [Ein keeps barking] Huh? Ein, keep it quiet!
 * Faye: So what could it be, then?!
 * Spike: Well, it's a—
 * Ed: A mystery space creature! [Spike and Faye gasp; she runs upstairs] Spooky! The attack of the horrible alien!
 * Spike: Well, yeah... That is possible, I suppose. [scoffs] Oh yeah, right. [Ed suddenly jumps down next to Spike]
 * Ed: Then what is it? It's not in the database, right?
 * Spike: Well, uh— [Ed points]
 * Ed: Look! These pairs are abnormal.
 * Spike: Uhh, you think so?
 * Ed: Ed has never seen this before. [Spike grumbles] So what else could it be but a horrible alien, huh? What?
 * Spike: Maybe it's... something like a rat went through a mutation and it evolved... and turned into some kind of unusual creature, and secreted this new form of mysterious poison.
 * Faye: Oh, that's brilliant. Right out there with Ed's theory that it's a horrible alien! Really pitiful.

 * Ed: August 6 - sky day! Today, Ed goes looking for the spooky mysterious horrible alien.  Lesson, lesson... if you see a stranger, follow him.

 * Spike: And what was the real lesson? Don't leave things in the fridge.

Jupiter Jazz (Part 1)

 * [Old Man Bull gazes a shooting star in the sky]
 * Son: A star just fell from the sky.
 * Bull: That is not an ordinary star, my son. That star is the tear of a warrior.
 * Son: What warrior is it?
 * Bull: A lost soul who has finished his battle somewhere on this planet.
 * Son: Ahh...
 * Bull: A pitiful soul who could not find his way to the lofty realm where the awaits us all.

 * Wang Long: is a frigid planet, Vicious. You'll need special clothing for the arctic conditions.
 * Vicious: Cold climates do not concern me.
 * Wang Long: True, your heart is colder than any planet. Colder than the eye of a snake about to strike.

 * [Spike gets into his Swordfish II getting a lead on Julia, turns to Jet]
 * Spike: I'm gonna go look.
 * Jet: You're not!
 * Spike: I'm gonna go look for my woman. You can go look for the other one.
 * Jet: So you're not gonna help me, are you? [long pause] That's it! You've really gone too far. Then don't come back, there won't be a place for you. [Spike puts his coat in the cockpit]
 * Spike: That's your call, pal. [Jet grunts] Anyway, at least you won't be lonely now, not with your weird roommates.
 * Jet: My roommates?! That's why you've been staying here?! You're being stupid! It's been three years since I teamed up with you, but I never knew you had such ridiculous ideas about this thing. What a joke! And I thought you were the one who was lonely!
 * Spike: I'm glad we cleared that up.
 * Jet: Good riddance! [walks off, Spike gets into ship] At least I'll be able to keep some food in the place now! [Spike inserts engine key] I never did understand you, right to the very end!
 * Spike: I don't understand, either.

 * Spike: [confronts Vicious and Lin] Are you seeing Julia behind my back?
 * Lin: Spike!
 * Spike: Lin. You've gotten pretty big.
 * Vicious: He doesn't work under you anymore, Spike. Things are different now.
 * Spike: Like you using her name for your scummy drug deals? I truly pity her for that.
 * Vicious: If there's anyone who needs pity here, it's you.

 * Gren: Take care. [Faye looks up] That was close. When someone sneezes and doesn't get told to take care, that person turns into a fairy... That's what they say around here.
 * Faye: Then it's okay. I'm already a fairy.

 * Faye: I am alone. I don't need any comrades, they're not worth it. I end up worrying about things I shouldn't. You know, me being such a prize and all that. All the guys end up fighting over me like dogs. They say humans are social animals, they can't live alone. But you can live pretty well by yourself. I tell ya, instead of feeling alone in a group, it's better to have real solitude all by yourself.

Jupiter Jazz (Part 2)

 * Gren: You said that you don't need comrades, but I am attracted to that word. To the point of tears...

 * Faye: Why are you going to see Vicious? Didn't you say he framed you?
 * Gren: [beat] I want to find out if he did.
 * Faye: He'll murder you.
 * Gren: Death does not frighten me.
 * Faye: You're lying. [Gren pauses for a beat]
 * Gren: Either way, I don't have long to live.

 * Jet: [shows photo of Faye to the Blue Crow bartender] Are you sure it was this woman?
 * Bartender: Oh, yeah. It's been six months since I saw a woman in the flesh, and two years since I saw a girl that good-looking. Trust me, I wouldn't make a mistake about that.
 * Jet: [to himself] Man, I sure wouldn't want to live around here.
 * Bartender: She sat over there talking to Gren. [Jet sees a lone bar stool] Julia used to sit in that same seat.
 * Jet: Julia?
 * Bartender: About two years ago, she wandered in out of the blue. Month later, she disappeared.
 * Jet: Yeah? What kinda girl was she?
 * Bartender: She was a real woman.

 * Vicious: I'm the only one who can keep you alive... And I'm the only one that can kill you...

 * Vicious: There's nothing to believe in. Nor is there a reason to believe.

 * [Spike carries up a slowly dying Gren into the cockpit of his ship]
 * Gren: I get it now. You're the one, aren't you? You're Spike. [sees Spike's different shades of brown in his eyes] Julia was always talking about you. Your eyes are different colors. I remember her saying that. [Gren's eyes are watering] Said you get a strange feeling if you keep looking straight into his eyes.
 * Spike: Where'd you meet her? Where was she?
 * Gren: Right on the corner bar stool. She'd slip in when I wasn't looking. And she'd ask me to play the same song every time she came in. Strange lilting tune, and then she would smile. Ohh, what a smile. So sad... so beautiful.

Bohemian Rhapsody

 * [Chessmaster Hex starts laughing uproariously after Ed wins in a game of e-chess]
 * Hex: This is either an idiot or a genius! I like this fellow...!

 * [when the boss catches the chess piece thrown by Jet]
 * Jet: This is a game, all planned out in advance. You Gate guys know exactly what I'm talkin' about. You put a bounty out on some mastermind who may not even exist, which means you don't want the police to know who's really behind this. You suits are using us bounty hunters like pawns, and I don't appreciate it. [the boss pauses for a beat]
 * Boss: Bounty hunters should look for bounties. I suggest you do that. Maybe you used to work for the ISSP, maybe not. Either way, you'd be wise to drop this line of inquiry. [turns away] Our guest is leaving now. Make sure he's escorted out of the building.

 * Faye: So, listen, guys. Why don't we all pony up the information we have on this case, and agree to spilt the bounty three ways. Whaddaya say?
 * Spike: You're kidding, right? You're the one who said to work separately. "Each one gathering the facts and examining them"?
 * Jet: Occasional rivalry between comrades is healthy. I believe that's the way you put it.

 * [Spike and Faye crash into Chessmaster Hex's room, aiming him at gunpoint]
 * Spike: Chessmaster Hex, I take it.
 * Faye: Don't try anything. Understand?
 * Hex: You both... [turns to see Spike and Faye] Well, could you just be a little quieter, please?
 * [Spike and Faye look confused at each other; Jonathan appears between them]
 * Jonathan: Old man... [starts growling with anger] Hand it over!! [aims his heavy gun at Hex's face]
 * Spike: Hey, hold on a minute!
 * Jonathan: Pretending to be senile won't get you out of this.
 * Faye: Who are you?!
 * Jonathan: Either you give me the money you took, or I put a hole right through your brain!
 * Hex: [chuckles as he touches his gun] That's quite a large pipe there.

My Funny Valentine

 * Faye: [takes a closer look at Ein] I've been trying to figure out who it is you remind me of. Now I know. It's that guy with the thin eyebrows. Whitney Hagas Matsumoto. I wonder why I suddenly thought of him out of the blue like that. Do you want a secret about my past? Do you? [Ein yawns hard] Tch...

 * Doctor Bacchus: "Who am I? My past? My future?" These are questions every human asks at least once in their life.

 * [Whitney and Faye hide in the woods from a collection agency ship]
 * Whitney: If we stay here, we'll both get caught. You'd better jump out and run.
 * Faye: What about you?
 * Whitney: I'll meet you at the medical clinic. All right?
 * Faye: But why are you helping me like this?
 * Witney: Our prince has to protect Sleeping Beauty. That's the way it works.

 * [Faye has just poured out her life story to Ein in front of the bathroom. Spike flushes the toilet and emerges from the bathroom stall next to Faye]
 * Faye: [grumpy] How long were you in there listening, Spike?
 * Spike: Too long. Your story needs editing.

 * Jet: You think it's safe to leave 'em alone?
 * Spike: Worried about him or her?
 * Jet: I'm afraid she might let him escape or something.
 * Spike: Well, she'd have to have a heart to do that.
 * Jet: Don't be fooled 'cause she acts tough. Babes like her are the first ones that go soft when it comes an old boyfriend.
 * Spike: Is that right?
 * Jet: Women are hopeless. They don't work on reason.

 * [as Faye pushes Whitney into her ship, she aims her gun at Jet and Spike trying to come over]
 * Faye: Stay back! We're leaving! [Jet and Spike stop at their tracks]
 * Jet: She wants the guy instead of the money.
 * Spike: Jet caught him! It's his reward, Faye!
 * Faye: I have some history to work out with this guy, so I claim first rites to him and to the bounty that's on his head!
 * Spike: [dumbfounded] Is it just me, or did that not make any sense?
 * Jet: Just like I said, women don't work on reason.

Black Dog Serenade

 * Fad: [sticks a revolver on Jet by the bridge] Caught you redhanded. Littering. That's a 20,000 woolong fine, my friend.
 * Jet: [chuckles] Then I'll need to collect on that loan I gave you with seven years' worth of interest, [offers his hand] and penalty fees. [Fad pats his hand back]
 * Fad: Hey, when did you buy me that cup of coffee? It's way past the . [hurls his revolver back in its holster]
 * Jet: So you still think you're a shooter with an old gun like that? ISSP sure can waste tax money.
 * Fad: On the gun? [Jet holds a cigarette in his mouth]
 * Jet: No, on your salary.

 * [Jet opens his Hammerhead when Ed is hanging on a hook upside-down]
 * Ed: You came back!
 * Jet: Hm? I'm leaving again. And don't stay there, you're in the way. [Ed drops from the hook, somersaults and lands down on her feet, Ein comes by]
 * Ed: Bring Edward some souvenirs this time. [Ein barks]
 * [Jet pauses for a beat, turns to Ed]
 * Jet: Edward... if I don't come back, water the bonsai for me, okay?
 * Ed: All right! [starts dancing] Bonsai, bok choy, wise guy, water boy! Lights shine bright in the old town tonight!

 * [Jet is confronted by Fad after shooting Udai in the head]
 * Jet: Why'd you blast him? [Fad walks to him] Because he was telling the truth? You came here to shut him up for good, didn't you? [Fad stops] Well? No answer? [beat] How about it, partner?!
 * Fad: You brought it on yourself, partner. You just couldn't play the game like everybody else. The people who go against a syndicate lose, Jet. They lose big.
 * [outside the prison ship, Fad's ship explodes and causes a tremor; Fad holds himself]
 * Fad: Either they give up like you did, or they die young. This is the real world. There's no place for pretty ideals.
 * Jet: And that's why you betrayed me? That's why you lied and took me out here?!
 * Fad: You were the best man. I wanted to team up like back in the old days.
 * [Fad slowly lifts his revolver and aims it at Jet for a long beat]
 * Fad: Sayonara... partner.

Mushroom Samba

 * Faye: [arguing over empty rations] We haven't had anything to eat in two days! Wouldn't you call that an emergency?!
 * Spike: I want some bell peppers and beef...
 * Jet: We're out of fuel, end of story. If we can just hold out a little longer, our inertia will carry us to Europa.
 * Ed: Stomach's caving in!
 * Faye: If we only we could use that energy to fuel ourselves...
 * Jet: Keep mouthing off like that and I'll toss you out into.
 * Spike: At this point, even Ein looks good enough to eat.
 * Faye: Watch it, Spike. I bet you're looking pretty good to him too.

 * Younger Shaft Brother: [confronts Domino, Ed and Ein] Hey! Hah! Now don't tell me that you forgotten who I am so soon, [snaps fingers] Domino!
 * Domino: Let's see...
 * Shaft: Think, dammit! I'm the youngest Shaft brother! We bought all those mushrooms from you!
 * Domino: Hm... I don't remember you.
 * Shaft: No? Do you wanna know why I drag an empty coffin like this wherever I go, huh? Heh-heh... I'll tell you. 'Cause I'm puttin' your corpse inside it!
 * [his white coffin is suddenly run over by truck; everyone pauses for a beat]
 * Ed: ...Pieces, pieces, all gone.
 * Domino: What's what with who? [Shaft is doing an angry expression]
 * Shaft: My older brother ate a mushroom that he bought from you and then, he laughed until he twisted his intestines to death!
 * Domino: Happy way to die, I'd say. [Ed starts laughing]
 * Shaft: Shut up! The whole thing was your fault!!
 * Domino: I call that unjust resentment.
 * Ed: Edward is hungry! [Ein barks, Shaft pulls out a grenade launcher]
 * Shaft: Yeah?! Then eat this, fool!

 * [Spike continues walking up an endless stairway and sees a frog]
 * Frog: Hey, mister. [pause] This here is the stairway to heaven. You know that, don't cha?
 * Spike: ...Obnoxious little frog. [continues walking up]
 * Frog: Fine, why should I care? I warned you, though!

 * Jet: [Talking to his bonsai trees] So that's it? The secret to the universe is so simple! By the way, just who am I anyway?

Speak Like a Child

 * Younger Faye (on a tape): In your time, I'm no longer here. But I am here today, and I'll always be cheering for you right here. Cheering for you, my only self.

 * Spike: Most things get better when I kick them...

 * [Jet holds a cassette-sized package to Faye on her way back from the horse race]
 * Jet: Pay up. 6300 woolongs.
 * Faye: What? Where did that come from, huh?
 * Jet: Special delivery for you.
 * Faye: Well, I didn't order anything.
 * Jet: It was . [Faye grunts] Top it off, there's no return address on it. I had no choice but to accept it and pay your ta— [Faye slowly reaches the handle and shuts the cockpit door] Hmm? Hey, hold on! [Faye flies her ship away from the Bebop deck] Hey, I want my money or else!
 * Spike: [turns away from fishing] She's a busy girl, huh?

 * [Spike and Jet walk through a submerged corridor to a museum underground]
 * Jet: Tell me again why in the world we're going through all of this?
 * Spike: It's a lesson to remind you that treasure hunts are always trouble.
 * Jet: Treasure hunts? What treasure are we hunting?
 * Spike:, was it?
 * Jet: When he opens the Tamatebako, he turns into an old man. Now I know why.
 * Spike: Even if we turn back now, we wouldn't be any younger.
 * [Jet stops on his tracks, looks down to see a catfish-like creature suckling on his right leg]
 * Jet: This place is some ... [grabs fish off his leg and throws it] Where'd that minx run off to, anyway?

 * [Jet tries to put the tape into a  player]
 * Spike: What's wrong?
 * Jet: The size...
 * Spike: What about it?
 * Jet: It won't go in. [tries forcing tape in]
 * Spike: Push harder.
 * Jet: But it's... [Ed comes behind them]
 * Ed: Ahhh, that's the wrong one!
 * Spike/Jet: Huh?
 * Ed: You got a VHS.
 * Spike/Jet: Huh?
 * Ed: It won't play beta.
 * Spike/Jet: Huuuh?!

 * Younger Faye (on a tape): Well, knowing me, I'm sure I am troubling a lot of different people.

 * Younger Faye (on a tape): And now a big cheer from my heart. Let's... go... me, all right! Do your best! Do your best! Don't lose me! Let's go, don't lose, don't lose me! Do your best! Do your best! Me, me, me! Don't lose, don't lose! Me, me, me! Go me!

Wild Horses

 * Miles: Hey, do people ever tell you you don't talk much?
 * Spike: Hey, do people ever tell you you talk too much?

 * Doohan: Do you want to use the machine, or do you want the machine to use you?

 * Doohan: You can still back out of this, you know.
 * Miles: Negative, Blue Sox fans never leave the game early.

 * Spike: Whatever happens, happens.

Pierrot le Fou

 * Pierrot: [introduces himself] Hello, gentlemen. I journeyed here in order to take your lives.

 * Jet: [learns Mad Pierrot's past] In the beginning, he escaped from the facility to seek revenge... but now he seems to actually enjoy the act of killing. Apparently his mind is continuing to regress. So he's like a child with superhuman combat capabilities. And really... there's nothing more pure and cruel as a child.

 * Bob: [tells Jet about Mad Pierrot] This guy's a perfect killing machine. They say that nobody who's seen his face has lived to tell about it. Those few that managed to get away were hunted down relentlessly, and they always turned up dead. They say he appears with a smile, and he leaves with a smile...

 * Ed: [strolling about] Faye-Faye! Smoke-smoke, Faye-Faye! Puff-puff, Faye-Faye! [Faye comes out the bathroom]
 * Faye: My name's Faye, not "Faye-Faye". You just say it once, okay? [Ed comes to Faye with her computer on her head]
 * Ed: Faye-Faye! Some weird mail came-came for Bebop-Bebop!
 * Faye: [sighs] I would've been able to pay it off if I had just a little more time. Would you hold still? [holds Ed's head, reads mail on computer] Hmm... "Hello, boy. You are invited to a wonderful party"? Wait a minute... this is... All right, don't tell Spike about this. It's a secret, okay?
 * Ed: But why? Faye-Faye, why keep it a secret?
 * Faye: If we don't, that lunkhead—
 * Spike: Will run right out to the party? [Faye sees bandaged Spike behind her]
 * Ed: It's secret mail-mail from Mars. [Spike reads mail; Faye leans down on a wall]
 * Spike: It's Space Land. Nice place to hold a party, don't you think?
 * Faye: Yeah, you're gonna go like that? It's uh, perfect for a masquerade, isn't it? [Spike looks at his left hand for a moment]
 * Spike: Maybe this is the one, the one I won't come back from. The end. [Faye is worried] Just playin' with your head. Would you rescue me if it were true? [Faye pauses for a beat]
 * Faye: ..Lunkhead.
 * Ed: [waving about] Lunkhead-lunkhead-lunkhead! [laughing]

Boogie Woogie Feng Shui

 * Jet: They sure are disrepectful fellows.

 * [Spike and Faye are smoking by the stove]
 * Faye: What do you think, Spike?
 * Spike: They make a good couple.
 * Faye: I think it's a dangerous combination.
 * Spike: And why's that?
 * Faye: The more righteous a guy was back in his youth, the more likely he is to fall for some young thing when he gets older.
 * Spike: Is that right?
 * Faye: Definitely. Men are extremely predictable.

 * [Spike sees Faye, Ed and Ein peeking in the main room]
 * Spike: What're you up to?
 * Faye: Take a look over there. Jet's got a friend.
 * Spike: Hm? [sees Meifa and Jet in the main room] Ohh...
 * Faye: It's a fine romance.
 * Spike: She's too young for that.
 * Ed: [starts crawling and singing] Hot-dog bun, not too young!
 * Faye: Maybe she's got a thing?
 * Spike: Nah, 'fraid she's too old.
 * Ed: [crawling back] Oldy, moldy, history, mystery!

 * Jet: Now, I don't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that we brought her out there, but that is how this peculiar case ended. Meifa went back home to Mars, our no-smoking area became a smoking zone again, and life returned to the same daily routine just like before. One thing has changed, though. When I read the news, I never checked the horoscopes anymore.

Cowboy Funk

 * Faye: A horse, huh? I thought it sounded kinda fishy when you said you'd nab him while you were out foraging.
 * Spike: What do you mean?
 * Faye: I mean you spent all our food money, didn't you?
 * Spike: I what?
 * Faye: What'd you blow it on? [Spike points to horseshoe prints on his back]
 * Spike: If I'm lying, then how the hell do you explain this on my back?!
 * Jet: Okay, okay, chill! I totally buy the horse.
 * Faye: You do?
 * Jet: But you're lacking creativity in the cowboy character. He's lame.
 * Faye: Yeah, maybe that's the problem.
 * Jet: Perhaps if he was a samurai instead?
 * Faye: Now that I wouldn't question.

 * Andy von de Oniyate: [aims his pistol at Jet] I know that's you, Teddy Bomber.
 * Jet: Huh? Who, me?
 * Spike: I told you. [Andy aims his second pistol at Spike]
 * Andy: Or is it you? [Spike then talks back at Andy]
 * Spike: Are you braindead or what?! We met each other yesterday!
 * Andy: Hmm... I don't recollect.
 * Spike: WHY, YOU!! [a suited man talks to Andy]
 * Man: Um, excuse me, sir. Horses aren't allowed in here and it's very disturbing for our customers...
 * Andy: Oh-hoh, but my Onyx is no ordinary steed. [Teddy Bomber is growling with rage] She's a good compadre who eases my mind and plays a decent game of chess.
 * Spike: Horses can't play chess!!
 * Jet: Who cares?
 * Teddy: If there's one thing I hate, IT'S BEING IGNORED!!

 * Jet: Andy really pushes your buttons. What is it about him that gets you so bent?
 * Faye: I know why he hates the guy. They're too much alike. [Spike angrily slams his fist on the table]
 * Spike: What part of me could be anything like that stupid ass?!!
 * Jet: The part that makes you so damn troublesome.
 * Faye: Mm-hmm.

Brain Scratch

 * Spike: Why do you kill off the members of your own group? What's the point of that?
 * Dr. Londes: I am not forcing anything on anyone. They are merely practicing a faith that they've decided to believe in of their own free will.  Tell me, why do you think people believe in God?  Because they want to.  It's not easy living in such an ugly corrupt world, there is no certainty and nothing to hope for.  People are lost so they reach out.  Don't you get it?  God didn't create humans, no, it's humans who created God.''

 * Dr. Londes: Do you want to know what the greatest and also the worst device that humans ever invented? It's television!  Television controls people by bombarding them with information until they lose their sense of reality.  Now television itself has become the new religion.  Television has created a people who believe instantly in dramatic fantasies who can be controlled by tiny dots of light.

 * Spike: 'You're like a kid with a toy... You're the one that can't tell fantasy from reality.  You're the one who lives in the little dots of light.  If you want to dream, just do it by yourself!

 * Jet: It was all a kid's dream. I guess, all he could do was dream so the dreams turned dark.
 * Ed: And this time, I hope you have sweet dreams.
 * Dr. Londes: The souls that God has given us, our spirits.  Our spirits, which found a way to swim through the immense network and live in the infinity of space.  Is not the human body a mere shell, a form of existence all too small and weak for consciousness with such vast reach and potential?

Hard Luck Woman

 * Ed: I think I know, I don't think I know. I don't think I think I know. I don't think I think. Ahh!

 * Sister Clara: Our father who art in heaven... never mind the rest. Let's eat.

 * Sister Clara: In this world, people have to cherish what ties they have...

 * Appledelhi Siniz Hesap Lufen: Yes, happiness comes in the form of a map.

 * Appledelhi Siniz Hesap Lufen: Thanks for taking care of my son. Or was it my daughter?

 * Faye: It's the best, belonging is the very best thing there is.

The Real Folk Blues (Part 1)

 * Vicious: Don't forget, a snake's venom poisons slowly after the bite.

 * Faye: It might be good to pair up with another woman. How about it? Wanna partner up?

 * Vicious: ... And you will shed tears of scarlet.

 * [Jet walks up the main bridge with Spike sitting down, overlooking the surface of Mars]
 * Spike: Are you still in pain?
 * Jet: [beat] Have you heard this story?
 * Spike: Huh?
 * Jet: A man injures his leg during a hunt. He's in the middle of the . No means to treat the wound. The leg rots and death approaches. Last minute, he's picked up by an airplane. He looks down and sees a land of pure white below him, glistening in the light. It's the summit of a snow-capped mountain. The mountain is . As he gazes down, he feels the life flowing out of him and then, he thinks, "That's where I was headed."
 * Spike: ..And?
 * Jet: I hate stories like that. Men only think of their past right before their death, as if they were searching frantically for proof that they were alive.

 * Jet: When you and I first met, you told me something. You said that you had died once, that you had seen death. Why can't you just let it go? [beat] Forget the past.
 * Spike: There was a woman. First time I found someone who was truly alive. At least that's what I thought. [long beat] She was the part of me I lost somewhere along the way. The part that was missing, that I'd been longing for.

The Real Folk Blues (Part 2)

 * Julia: It was raining that day as well.
 * Spike: And so you didn't come because of the rain?
 * Julia: I was supposed to kill you. It was all set up. If I had, I would have been free.
 * Spike: So why didn't you? You chose to be hunted. Why?
 * Julia: Why did you love me?

 * Spike: There once was a tiger striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, revived and lived a million lives, and he was owned by various people who he didn't really care for. The cat wasn't afraid to die. Then one day the cat became a stray cat, which meant he was free. He met a white female cat, and the two of them spent their days together happily. Well, years passed, and the white cat grew weak and died of old age. The tiger striped cat cried a million times, and then he died too. Except this time, he didn't come back to life.
 * Jet: Yeah. That's a good story.
 * Spike: I hate that story.
 * Jet: Huh?
 * Spike: I never liked cats, you know that.
 * Jet: Oh yeah. That's right.
 * [They laugh hysterically.]

 * Bull: Do not fear Death. Death is always at our side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light. But, if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity...

 * Spike: Look at these eyes. One of them is a fake, because I lost it in an accident. Since then, I have seen the past in one eye, and the present in the other. So I thought I could only see patches of reality, never the whole picture. I felt like i was watching a dream I could never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was finally over.

 * Faye: My memory..... Finally came back. But.... Nothing good came of it. There was no place for me to return to. This was the only place I wanted to go. And now your leaving just like that. Why do you have to go? Where are you going? What are going to do, just throw your life away like it was nothing?
 * Spike: I'm not going there to die. I'm going to find out if I'm really alive. I have to do it, Faye.

 * Vicious: So you're finally awake.  I told you this once before, Spike:  I'm the only one that can kill you and set you free.
 * Spike: Those words apply to you as well, Vicious.  Either way, it ends tonight.

 * Julia: [Dying] It's all a dream.
 * Spike: Yeah, just a dream.

 * Spike: Bang...
 * [Spike smiles, then collapses on the floor]

 * Series Closing Line: You're gonna carry that weight.

About Cowboy Bebop

 * Back when Cowboy Bebop was in production, we never knew that Japanese anime would have any impact overseas, so we totally didn't see Westerners being exposed to the show. We just made what we enjoyed making, and the fact that it got accepted in the west at all was the most surprising thing. I grew up with US movies so it made me very happy that Americans liked my things, because I was raised on their things, in a way. The moment that made the biggest impact on me here did involve Edward, because Edward was a character I made thinking that no person existed like her in real life. But when I went to Texas, there was someone cosplaying as Ed, and it was like they'd stepped out of the anime. It was completely her if she had been living. How's that for a big impact?
 * Shinichiro Watanabe, Interview: Shinichiro Watanabe, by Jacob Chapman, Anime News Network, 3 September 2013.

Cast

 * Koichi Yamadera (Japanese), Steven Blum (English dub) - Spike Spiegel
 * Unshō Ishizuka (Japanese), Beau Billingslea (English dub) - Jet Black
 * Megumi Hayashibara (Japanese), Wendee Lee (English dub) - Faye Valentine
 * Aoi Tada (Japanese), Melissa Fahn (English dub) - Edward
 * Kōichi Yamadera ("Next episode" preview only) - Ein
 * Norio Wakamoto (Japanese), Skip Stellrecht (English dub) - Vicious
 * Gara Takashima (Japanese), Mary Elizabeth McGlynn (English dub) - Julia

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Tiberius

Tiberius Claudius Nero Caesar (November 16, 42 BC – March 16, 37 AD) was a Roman emperor (14 AD – 37 AD) and general.

Quotes

 * Quem maxime casum timens, partes sibi quas senatui liberet, tuendas in re p[ublica]. depoposcit, quando universae sufficere solus nemo posset nisi cum altero vel etiam cum pluribus.
 * Fear of this possibility in particular led Tiberius to ask the senate for any part in the administration that it might please them to assign him, saying that no one man could bear the whole burden without a colleague, or even several colleagues.
 * Variant translation (by Robert Graves): "Pray assign me any part in the government you please; but remember that no single man can bear the whole burden of Empire — I need a colleague, or perhaps several colleagues."
 * From Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars, ch. 25

 * In civitate libera linguam mentemque liberas esse debere (jactabat).
 * In a free state there should be freedom of speech and thought.
 * Variant translation: In a free state, both the tongue and the mind ought to be free.
 * From Suetonius, The Twelves Caesars, ch. 28

 * Siquidem locutus aliter fuerit, dabo operam ut rationem factorum meorum dictorumque reddam; si perseveraverit, in vicem eum odero.
 * If So-and-so challenges me, I shall lay before you a careful account of what I have said and done; if that does not satisfy him, I shall reciprocate his dislike of me.
 * From Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars, ch. 28

 * Dixi et nunc et saepe alias, p[atres]. c[onscripti]., bonum et salutarem principem, quem vos tanta et tam libera potestate instruxistis, senatui servire debere et universis civibus saepe et plerumque etiam singulis; neque id dixisse me paenitet, et bono et aequos et faventes vos habui dominos et adhuc habeo.
 * Let me repeat, gentlemen, that a right-minded and true-hearted statesman who has had as much sovereign power placed in his hands as you have placed in mine should regard himself as the servant of the Senate; and often of the people as a whole; and sometimes of private citizens, too. I do not regret this view, because I have always found you to be generous, just, and indulgent masters.
 * Variant translation: Conscript Fathers, I have often said it both now and at other times, that a good and useful prince, whom you have invested with so great and absolute power, ought to be a slave to the senate, to the whole body of the people, and often to individuals likewise: nor am I sorry that I have said it. I have always found you good, kind, and indulgent masters, and still find you so.
 * To the Senate, from Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars, ch.29

 * Quid scribam vobis, p[atres]. c[onscripti]., aut quo modo scribam, aut quid omnino non scribam hoc tempore, dii me deaeque peius perdant quam cotidie perire sentio, si scio.
 * My Lords, if I know what to tell you, or how to tell it, or what to leave altogether untold for the present, may all the gods and goddesses in Heaven bring me to an even worse damnation than I now daily suffer!
 * Variant translation: What to write to you, Conscript Fathers, or how to write, or what not to write at this time, may all the gods and goddesses pour upon my head a more terrible vengeance than that under which I feel myself daily sinking, if I can tell.
 * Letter to the Senate, from Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars, ch. 67 (cf. Tacitus, Annals, VI 6.1.)

 * As soon as the funeral of Augustus was over, a temple and divine worship were forthwith decreed him. The Senate then turned their instant supplications to Tiberius, to fill his vacant place; but received an abstruse answer, touching the greatness of the Empire and his own distrust of himself; he said that "nothing but the divine genius of Augustus was equal to the mighty task: that for himself, who had been called by him into a participation of his cares, he had learnt by feeling them, what a daring, what a difficult toil was that of government, and how perpetually subject to the caprices of fortune: that in a State supported by so many illustrious patriots they ought not to cast the whole administration upon one; and more easy to be administered were the several offices of the Government by the united pains and sufficiency of many."
 * The Annals of Tacitus - Book 1

 * Towards Livia, too, exorbitant was the flattering court of the Senate. Some were for decreeing her the general title of Mother; others the more particular one of Mother Of Her Country; and almost all moved, that to the name of Tiberius should be added, The Son Of Julia: Tiberius urged in answer, that "public honours to women ought to be warily adjudged, and with a sparing hand; and that with the same measure of moderation he would receive such as were presented to himself."
 * The Annals of Tacitus - Book 1

Indirect quotations

 * Praesidibus onerandas tributo provincias suadentibus rescripsit boni pastoris esse tondere pecus non deglubere.
 * To the governors who recommended burdensome taxes for his provinces, he [Tiberius] wrote in answer that it was the part of a good shepherd to shear his flock, not skin it.
 * From Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars, III. Tiberius, Ch. 32; translation by J. C. Rolfe
 * Latter component of the quotation often paraphrased as Boni pastoris est tondere pecus non deglubere.

About

 * Indeed, he was never without it; for he had raised beds made in frames upon wheels, by means of which the cucumbers were moved and exposed to the full heat of the sun; while, in winter, they were withdrawn, and placed under the protection of frames glazed with mirrorstone.
 * Pliny the Elder The Natural History 19, 23

 * If Gods are made in the image of men, cosmogonies reflect the forms of terrestrial states. In an empire ruled absolutely by one man the notion of an universe under the control of a single God seemed obvious and reasonable.... The Christian God was a magnified and somewhat flattering portrait of Tiberius and Caligula.
 * Aldous Huxley, One and Many. Also quoted in Ram Swarup, On Hinduism: Reviews and Reflections (2000), Ch. 5

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Lala Sukuna

Ratu Sir Lala Sukuna (1888-1958) was a Fijian statesman.

1936 speeches to the Great Council of Chiefs

 * (on the Indian presence in his country): "Let us not ignore the fact that there is another community settled here in our midst. I refer to the Indians. They have increased more rapidly than we. They have become producers on our soil. They are continuously striving to better themselves. Although they are a different race, yet we are each a unit in the British Empire. They have shouldered many burdens that have helped Fiji onward. We have derived much money from them by way of rents. A large proportion of our prosperity is derived from their labour."

 * (on the perceived need for cautious political development): "We are the High Chiefs of these islands. We are the leaders of the people.  On us is the duty of pointing out to them the right course.  Bear this in mind.  We have to lead on two points- hold back those who advocate radical changes (for which we are not sufficiently educated) and enliven the laggards before their ignorance destroys us".

Miscellaneous quotes

 * Eda na sega ni kilai na i Taukei kevaka ena sega mada ni dave e liu na noda dra.
 * Fijians will never be recognized unless our blood is first shed.
 * Eda tamata ni vala ia eda bese taka na veivala.
 * We are warriors at heart though we hate war.

Quotes about Sukuna

 * A great and noble man … whose foresight and vision still impacts on our future.
 * Ratu Josefa Iloilo, President of Fiji (2003)'

 * Today we stand on the threshold of violence, disunity and hatred and ongoing for peace, non violence, unity and love. Alas! How I long to behold my Ratu Sukuna, a statesman, philosopher and guide to help us traverse the turbulent ocean of life.
 * Bhagwanji Bhindi, Principal of Mahatma Gandhi Memorial High School (23 May 2005)

 * Ratu Sukuna was a godsend, not just to Fijians but also to others.
 * Statement from the organizing committee of the Ratu Sukuna Day celebrations, (23 May 2005)

 * This is the kind of leader we should try to emulate because he was true to himself and rose to the occasion when faced with daunting challenges always proving to the nation that they could depend on him.
 * Ratu Josateki Nawalowalo, national organizer of Ratu Sukuna Day celebrations, (23 May 2005)

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Will Ferrell

John William "Will" Ferrell (born July 16, 1967) is an American Golden Globe-nominated comedian, impressionist, and actor who first established himself as a cast member of Saturday Night Live.

Attributed

 * I'm actually pretty athletic. I have to work out just to look fat.
 * Jared Jordan

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Anthony Trollope

Anthony Trollope (24 April 1815 – 6 December 1882) was one of the most successful, prolific and respected English novelists of the Victorian era.

 * See also: Phineas Redux

Quotes

 * [An attorney] can find it consistent with his dignity to turn wrong into right, and right into wrong, to abet a lie, nay to create, disseminate, and with all the play of his wit, give strength to the basest of lies, on behalf of the basest of scoundrels.
 * The New Zealander (1965), p. 63; written 1855-6, published posthumously 1965

 * Men who cannot believe in the mystery of our Saviour's redemption can believe that spirits from the dead have visited them in a stranger's parlour, because they see a table shake and do not know how it is shaken; because they hear a rapping on a board, and cannot see the instrument that raps it; because they are touched in the dark, and do not know the hand that touches them.
 * The New Zealander (1965), p. 73

 * Those who have courage to love should have courage to suffer.
 * The Bertrams (1859), Ch. 5

 * No man thinks there is much ado about nothing when the ado is about himself.
 * The Bertrams (1859), Ch. 27

 * It would seem that the full meaning of the word marriage can never be known by those who, at their first outspring into life, are surrounded by all that money can give. It requires the single sitting-room, the single fire, the necessary little efforts of self-devotion, the inward declaration that some struggle shall be made for that other one.
 * The Bertrams (1859), Ch. 30

 * Marvellous is the power which can be exercised, almost unconsciously, over a company, or an individual, or even upon a crowd by one person gifted with good temper, good digestion, good intellects, and good looks.
 * Rachel Ray (1863), Ch. 11

 * The affair simply amounted to this, that they were to eat their dinner uncomfortably in a field instead of comfortably in the dining room.
 * On a picnic, in Can You Forgive Her? (1864), Ch. 78

 * Men who can succeed in deceiving no one else will succeed at last in deceiving themselves.
 * Miss Mackenzie, Ch. 13. (1865) · Project Gutenburg e-text

 * Is it not remarkable that the common repute which we all give to attorneys in the general is exactly opposite to that which every man gives to his own attorney in particular? Whom does anybody trust so implicitly as he trusts his own attorney? And yet is it not the case that the body of attorneys is supposed to be the most roguish body in existence?
 * Miss Mackenzie (1865), Ch. 17

 * Book love, my friends, is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.
 * Speech at the opening of an art exhibition at Bolton Mechanics' Institution (7 December 1868)

 * The good and the bad mix themselves so thoroughly in our thoughts, even in our aspirations, that we must look for excellence rather in overcoming evil than in freeing ourselves from its influence.
 * He Knew He Was Right (1869), Ch. 60

 * It was admitted by all her friends, and also by her enemies — who were in truth the more numerous and active body of the two — that Lizzie Greystock had done very well with herself.
 * The Eustace Diamonds (1873) First lines

 * To be alone with the girl to whom he is not engaged, is a man's delight; — to be alone with the man to whom she is engaged is the woman's.
 * The Eustace Diamonds, Ch. 18

 * Love is like any other luxury. You have no right to it unless you can afford it.
 * The Way We Live Now, ch. 84. (1875)

 * As to that leisure evening of life, I must say that I do not want it. I can conceive of no contentment of which toil is not to be the immediate parent.
 * Letter to G W Rusden (8 June 1876), published in The Letters of Anthony Trollope (1983), p. 691

 * I judge a man by his actions with men, much more than by his declarations Godwards — When I find him to be envious, carping, spiteful, hating the successes of others, and complaining that the world has never done enough for him, I am apt to doubt whether his humility before God will atone for his want of manliness.
 * Letter to G W Rusden (8 June 1876)

 * There are words which a man cannot resist from a woman, even though he knows them to be false.
 * Is He Popenjoy? (1878), Ch. 18

 * It was one of the tenets of her life — the strongest, perhaps, of all those doctrines on which she built her faith — that this world is a world of woe; that wailing and suffering, if not gnashing of teeth, is and should be the condition of mankind preparatory to eternal bliss.
 * John Caldigate (1879), Ch. 45

 * Next to a sum of money down, a grievance is the best thing you can have. A man who can stick to a grievance year after year will always make money out of it at last.
 * John Caldigate, Ch. 53

 * The man who worships mere wealth is a snob.
 * Thackeray (1879), Ch. 2

 * I hold that gentleman to be the best dressed whose dress no one observes. I am not sure but that the same may be said of an author's written language.
 * Thackeray, Ch. 9

 * Needless to deny that the normal London plumber is a dishonest man. We do not even allow ourselves to think so. That question, as to the dishonesty of mankind generally, is one that disturbs us greatly; — whether a man in all grades of life will by degrees train his honesty to suit his own book, so that the course of life which he shall bring himself to regard as soundly honest shall, if known to his neighbours, subject him to their reproof. We own to a doubt whether the honesty of a bishop would shine bright as the morning star to the submissive ladies who now worship him, if the theory of life upon which he lives were understood by them in all its bearings.
 * The Plumber (1880)

 * He could find no cure for his grief; but he did know that continued occupation would relieve him, and therefore he occupied himself continually.
 * The Life of Cicero (1880)

 * A man's mind will very generally refuse to make itself up until it be driven and compelled by emergency.
 * Ayala's Angel (1881), Ch. 41

 * There are worse things than a lie... I have found... that it may be well to choose one sin in order that another may be shunned.
 * Doctor Wortle's School  (1881) Ch. 6

 * The habit of reading is the only one I know in which there is no alloy. It lasts when all other pleasures fade. It will be there to support you when all other resources are gone. It will be present to you when the energies of your body have fallen away from you. It will make your hours pleasant to you as long as you live.
 * As quoted in Forbes (April 1948), p. 42

The Warden (1855)

 * The Rev. Septimus Harding was, a few years since, a beneficed clergyman residing in the cathedral town of _____; let us call it Barchester. Were we to name Wells or Salisbury, Exeter, Hereford, or Gloucester, it might be presumed that something personal was intended; and as this tale will refer mainly to the cathedral dignitaries of the town in question, we are anxious that no personality may be suspected.
 * Ch. 1, first lines

 * He was not so anxious to prove himself right, as to be so.
 * Ch. 3

 * The tenth Muse who now governs the periodical press.
 * Ch. 14

Barchester Towers (1857)

 * In the latter days of July in the year 185-, a most important question was for ten days hourly asked in the cathedral city of Barchester, and answered every hour in various ways — Who was to be the new Bishop?
 * First lines

 * There is, perhaps, no greater hardship at present inflicted on mankind in civilised and free countries, than the neccessity of listening to sermons.
 * Ch. 6

 * She well knew the great architectural secret of decorating her constructions, and never descended to construct a decoration.
 * Ch. 9

 * There is no royal road to learning; no short cut to the acquirement of any art.
 * Ch. 20; this derives from an expression attributed to Euclid.

 * There is no way of writing well and also of writing easily.
 * Ch. 20

 * There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
 * Ch. 27

 * Don't let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.
 * Ch. 38

 * The end of a novel, like the end of a children's dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plums.
 * Ch. 53

Doctor Thorne (1858)

 * Before the reader is introduced to the modest country medical practitioner who is to be the chief personage of the following tale, it will be well that he should be made acquainted with some particulars as to the locality in which, and the neighbours among whom, our doctor followed his profession.
 * First lines

 * One of her instructors in fashion had given her to understand that curls were not the thing. "They'll always pass muster," Miss Dunstable had replied, "when they are done up with bank notes."
 * Ch. 16

 * There is no road to wealth so easy and respectable as that of matrimony.
 * Ch. 18

 * In these days a man is nobody unless his biography is kept so far posted up that it may be ready for the national breakfast-table on the morning after his demise.
 * Ch. 25

Framley Parsonage (1861)

 * When young Mark Robarts was leaving college, his father might well declare that all men began to say all good things to him, and to extol his fortune in that he had a son blessed with so excellent a disposition.
 * Ch. 1, first lines

 * It is a remarkable thing with reference to men who are distressed for money... they never seem at a loss for small sums, or deny themselves those luxuries which small sums purchase. Cabs, dinners, wine, theatres, and new gloves are always at the command of men who are drowned in pecuniary embarrassments, whereas those who don't owe a shilling are so frequently obliged to go without them!

 * A man's own dinner is to himself so important that he cannot bring himself to believe that it is a matter utterly indifferent to every one else.
 * Ch. 10

 * I cannot hold with those who wish to put down the insignificant chatter of the world.
 * Ch. 10

 * I would recommend all men in choosing a profession to avoid any that may require an apology at every turn; either an apology or else a somewhat violent assertion of right.
 * Ch. 15

 * Heroes in books should be so much better than heroes got up for the world's common wear and tear
 * Ch. 21

 * That girls should not marry for money we are all agreed. A lady who can sell herself for a title or an estate, for an income or a set of family diamonds, treats herself as a farmer teats his sheep and oxen — makes hardly more of herself, of her own inner self, in which are comprised a mind and a soul, than the poor wretch of her own sex who earns her bread in the lowest state of degradation.
 * Ch. 21

 * It is easy to love one's enemy when one is making fine speeches; but so difficult to do so in the actual everyday work of life.
 * Ch. 23

 * But who ever yet was offered a secret and declined it?
 * Ch. 26

Orley Farm (1862)

 * It is not true that a rose by any other name will smell as sweet. Were it true, I should call this story "The Great Orley Farm Case." But who would ask for the ninth number of a serial work burthened with so very uncouth an appellation? Thence, and therefore, — Orley Farm.
 * Ch. 1, first lines.

 * There is nothing perhaps so generally consoling to a man as a well-established grievance; a feeling of having been injured, on which his mind can brood from hour to hour, allowing him to plead his own cause in his own court, within his own heart, — and always to plead it successfully.
 * Ch. 8

 * Success is the necessary misfortune of life, but it is only to the very unfortunate that it comes early.
 * Ch. 49

North America (1862)

 * I know no place at which an Englishman may drop down suddenly among a pleasanter circle of acquaintance, or find himself with a more clever set of men, than he can do at Boston.
 * Ch. 2

 * If you cross the Atlantic with an American lady you invariably fall in love with her before the journey is over. Travel with the same woman in a railway car for twelve hours, and you will have written her down in your own mind in quite other language than that of love.
 * Ch. 11

 * Speaking of New York as a traveller I have two faults to find with it. In the first place there is nothing to see; and in the second place there is no mode of getting about to see anything.
 * Ch. 14

 * Every man worships the dollar, and is down before his shrine from morning to night... Other men, the world over, worship regularly at the shrine with matins and vespers, nones and complines, and whatever other daily services may be known to the religious houses; but the New Yorker is always on his knees.
 * Ch. 14

 * I have sometimes thought that there is no being so venomous, so bloodthirsty as a professed philanthropist.
 * Ch. 16

 * Taken altogether, Washington as a city is most unsatisfactory, and falls more grievously short of the thing attempted than any other of the great undertakings of which I have seen anything in the United States.
 * Ch. 21

The Small House at Allington (1864)

 * Of course there was a Great House at Allington. How otherwise should there have been a Small House?
 * Ch. 1, first lines

 * Let her who is forty call herself forty; but if she can be young in spirit at forty, let her show that she is so.
 * Ch. 3

 * I doubt whether any girl would be satisfied with her lover's mind if she knew the whole of it.
 * Ch. 4

 * It may almost be a question whether such wisdom as many of us have in our mature years has not come from the dying out of the power of temptation, rather than as the results of thought and resolution.
 * Ch. 14

 * Above all things, never think that you're not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. My belief is that in life people will take you very much at your own reckoning.
 * Ch. 32

(1867)
The Last Chronicle of Barset on Wikisource

 * "I can never bring myself to believe it, John," said Mary Walker, the pretty daughter of Mr. George Walker, attorney, of Silverbridge.
 * First lines

 * She understood how much louder a cock can crow in his own farmyard than elsewhere.
 * Vol. I, ch. 17

 * Always remember, Mr. Robarts, that when you go into an attorney's office door, you will have to pay for it, first or last.
 * Vol. I, ch. 20

 * The best way to be thankful is to use the goods the gods provide you.
 * Vol. I, ch. 32

 * It is a comfortable feeling to know that you stand on your own ground. Land is about the only thing that can't fly away.
 * Vol. II, ch. 58

 * It's dogged as does it. It's not thinking about it.
 * Vol. II, ch. 61

 * Nothing reopens the springs of love so fully as absence, and no absence so thoroughly as that which must needs be endless.
 * Vol. II, ch. 67

Phineas Finn (1869)

 * It has been the great fault of our politicians that they have all wanted to do something.
 * Ch. 13

 * There is such a difference between life and theory.
 * Ch. 40

 * She knew how to allure by denying, and to make the gift rich by delaying it.
 * Ch. 57

 * Money is neither god nor devil, that it should make one noble and another vile. It is an accident, and if honestly possessed, may pass from you to me, or from me to you, without a stain.
 * Ch. 72, St. Paul's Magazine, April 1869

The Prime Minister (1876)

 * She had married a vulgar man; and, though she had not become like the man, she had become vulgar.
 * Ch. 5

 * But as we do not light up our houses with our brightest lamps for all comers, so neither did she emit from her eyes their brightest sparks till special occasions for such shining had arisen.
 * Ch. 5

 * The girl can look forward to little else than the chance of having a good man for her husband; — a good man, or if her tastes lie in that direction, a rich man.
 * Ch. 5

 * Power is so pleasant that men quickly learn to be greedy in the enjoyment of it, and to flatter themselves that patriotism requires them to be imperious.
 * Ch. 6

 * "Aid from heaven you may have," he said, "by saying your prayers; and I don't doubt you ask for this and all other things generally. But an angel won't come to tell you who ought to be Chancellor of the Exchequer."
 * Ch. 7

 * The town horse, used to gaudy trappings, no doubt despises the work of his country brother; but yet, now and again, there comes upon him a sudden desire to plough.
 * Ch. 8

 * "I am ready to obey as a child; — but, not being a child, I think I ought to have a reason."
 * Ch. 9

 * One doesn't have an agreement to that effect written down on parchment and sealed; but it is as well understood and ought to be as faithfully kept as any legal contract.
 * Ch. 10

 * I always thought there was very little wit wanted to make a fortune in the City.
 * Ch. 10

 * Had some inscrutable decree of fate ordained and made it certain, with a certainty not to be disturbed, that no candidate could be returned to Parliament who would not assert the earth to be triangular, there would rise immediately a clamorous assertion of triangularity among political aspirants. The test would be innocent. Candidates have swallowed, and daily do swallow, many a worse one. As might be this doctrine of a great triangle, so is the doctrine of Home Rule. Why is a gentleman of property to be kept out in the cold by some O'Mullins because he will not mutter an unmeaning shibboleth? "Triangular? Yes, or lozenge-shaped, if you please; but, gentleman, I am the man for Tipperary."
 * Ch. 11

 * It is easy for most of us to keep our hands from picking and stealing when picking and stealing plainly lead to prison diet and prison garments. But when silks and satins come of it, and with the silks and satins general respect, the net result of honesty does not seem to be so secure.
 * Ch. 11

 * This was Barrington Erle, a politician of long standing, who was still looked upon by many as a young man, because he had always been known as a young man, and because he had never done anything to compromise his position in that respect. He had not married, or settled himself down in a house of his own, or become subject to the gout, or given up being careful about the fitting of his clothes.
 * Ch. 11

 * Your man with a thin skin, a vehement ambition, a scrupulous conscience, and a sanguine desire for rapid improvement is never a happy, and seldom a fortunate politician.
 * Ch. 11

 * Their support was not needed, therefore they were not courted.
 * Ch. 12

 * He had so accustomed himself to wield the constitutional cat-of-nine-tails, that heaven will hardly be happy to him unless he be allowed to flog the cherubim.
 * Ch. 12

 * You can never teach them, except by the slow lesson of habit.
 * Ch. 12

 * Because we have been removing restraints on Papal aggression, while other nations have been imposing restraints. There are those at Rome who believe all England to be Romish at heart, because here in England a Roman Catholic can say what he will, and print what he will.
 * Ch. 12

 * Each thought himself, especially since this last promotion, to be indispensably necessary to the formation of London society, and was comfortable in the conviction that he had thoroughly succeeded in life by acquiring the privilege of sitting down to dinner three times a week with peers and peeresses.
 * Ch. 20

 * He never went very far astray in his official business, because he always obeyed the clerks and followed precedents.
 * Ch. 20

 * He don't look the sort of fellow I like; but he's got money and he comes here, and he's good looking, — and therefore he'll be a success.
 * Ch. 20

 * Does not all the world know that when in autumn the Bismarcks of the world, or they who are bigger than Bismarcks, meet at this or that delicious haunt of salubrity, the affairs of the world are then settled in little conclaves, with grater ease, rapidity, and certainty than in large parliaments or the dull chambers of public offices?
 * Ch. 20

 * The Duke, always right in his purpose but generally wrong in his practice, had stayed at home working all the morning, thereby scandalising the strict, and had gone to church alone in the afternoon, thereby offending the social.
 * Ch. 20

 * Things to be done offer themselves, I suppose, because they are in themselves desirable; not because it is desirable to have something to do.
 * Ch. 20

 * You Ministers go on shuffling the old cards till they are so worn out and dirty that one can hardly tell the pips on them.
 * Ch. 21

 * She certainly had a little syllogism in her head as to the Duke ruling the borough, the Duke's wife ruling the Duke, and therefore the Duke's wife ruling the borough; but she did not think it prudent to utter this on the present occasion.
 * Ch. 21

 * People seen by the mind are exactly different to things seen by the eye. They grow smaller and smaller as you come nearer down to them, whereas things become bigger.
 * Ch. 37

 * One wants in a Prime Minister a good many things, but not very great things. He should be clever but need not be a genius; he should be conscientious but by no means strait-laced; he should be cautious but never timid, bold but never venturesome; he should have a good digestion, genial manners, and, above all, a thick skin. These are the gifts we want, but we can't always get them, and have to do without them.
 * Ch. 41

 * But how shall I excuse it? There are things done which are as holy as the heavens, — which are clear before God as the light of the sun, which leave no stain on the conscience, and which yet the malignity of man can invest with the very blackness of hell!
 * Ch. 42

The Duke's Children (1879)

 * Sir Timothy was a fluent speaker, and when there was nothing to be said was possessed of a great plenty of words. And he was gifted with that peculiar power which enables a man to have the last word in every encounter, — a power which we are apt to call repartee, which is in truth the readiness which comes from continual practice. You shall meet two men of whom you shall know the one to be endowed with the brilliancy of true genius, and the other to be possessed of but moderate parts, and shall find the former never able to hold his own against the latter. In a debate, the man of moderate parts will seem to be greater than the man of genius. But this skill of tongue, this glibness of speech is hardly an affair of intellect at all. It is, — as is style to the writer, — not the wares which he has to take to market, but the vehicle in which they may be carried. Of what avail to you is it to have filled granaries with corn if you cannot get your corn to the consumer? Now Sir Timothy was a great vehicle, but he had not in truth much corn to send.
 * Ch. 26

 * "I think it is so glorious," said the American. "There is no such mischievous nonsense in all the world as equality. That is what father says. What men ought to want is liberty."
 * Ch. 48

 * Speeches easy to young speakers are generally very difficult to old listeners.
 * Ch. 56

 * From all evil against which the law bars you, you should be barred, at an infinite distance, by honour, by conscience, and nobility. Does the law require patriotism, philanthropy, self-abnegation, public service, purity of purpose, devotion to the needs of others who have been placed in the world below you? The law is a great thing, — because men are poor and weak, and bad. And it is great, because where it exists in its strength, no tyrant can be above it. But between you and me there should be no mention of law as the guide of conduct. Speak to me of honour, of duty, and of nobility; and tell me what they require of you.
 * Ch. 61

 * No one can depute authority. It comes too much from personal accidents, and too little from reason or law to be handed over to others.
 * Ch. 66

 * When any body of statesmen make public asservations by one or various voices, that there is no discord among them, not a dissentient voice on any subject, people are apt to suppose that they cannot hang together much longer.
 * Ch. 71

An Autobiography (1883)

 * He must have known me had he seen me as he was wont to see me, for he was in the habit of flogging me constantly. Perhaps he did not recognise me by my face.
 * Ch. 1

 * Satire, though it may exaggerate the vice it lashes, is not justified in creating it in order that it may be lashed.
 * Ch. 5

 * Take away from English authors their copyrights, and you would very soon take away from England her authors.
 * Ch. 6

 * Barchester Towers has become one of those novels which do not die quite at once, which live and are read for perhaps a quarter of a century.
 * Ch. 6

 * A small daily task, if it be really daily, will beat the labors of a spasmodic Hercules.
 * Ch. 7

 * The satirist who writes nothing but satire should write but little — or it will seem that his satire springs rather from his own caustic nature than from the sins of the world in which he lives.
 * Ch. 10

 * As will so often be the case when a men has a pen in his hand. It is like a club or sledge-hammer, — in using which, either for defence or attack, a man can hardly measure the strength of the blows he gives.
 * Ch. 11

 * Three hours a day will produce as much as a man ought to write.
 * Ch. 15

 * Of all the needs a book has, the chief need is that it be readable.
 * Ch. 19

Quotes about Trollope

 * Such a work as Orley Farm is perhaps the most satisfactory answer that can be given to so disagreeable an imputation. Here, it may fairly be said, is the precise standard of English taste, sentiment, and conviction. Mr. Trollope has become almost a national institution.
 * The National Review, No. XXXI (January 1863), p. 28

 * If we pass per saltum from Byron to Anthony Trollope, it is to remark that his works are lacking in those distinctive attributes which belong to a classically trained mind. He himself supplies the clue, remarking that he learned nothing, even of classics — a feat which is worthy of record.
 * Review of Harrow School edited by Edmund W. Howson, M.A., and George Townsend Warner, M.A., in The Quarterly Review Vol. 189 (January 1899), p. 69

 * Of all novelists in any country, Trollope best understands the role of money. Compared with him even Balzac is a romantic.
 * W. H. Auden, in Forewords and Afterwords (1973), p. 266

 * You knew Anthony Trollope of course. His immeasurable energies had a bewildering effect on my invalid constitution. To me, he was an incarnate gale of wind. He blew off my hat; he turned my umbrella inside out. Joking apart, as good and staunch a friend as ever lived – and, to my mind, a great loss to novel-readers. Never in any marked degree either above or below his own level. In that respect alone, a remarkable writer, surely? If he had lived five years longer, he would have written fifteen more thoroughly readable works of fiction. A loss – a serious loss – I say again.
 * Wilkie Collins to William Winter (14 January 1883), quoted in The Letters of Wilkie Collins, Volume 2 1866–1889, eds. William Baker and William M. Clarke (1999), pp. 453-454

 * I am much struck in "Rachel" with the skill with which you have organized thoroughly natural everybody incidents into a strictly related, well-proportioned whole, natty and complete as a nut on its stem. Such construction is among those subtleties of art which can hardly be appreciated except by those who have striven after the same result with conscious failure.
 * George Eliot to Anthony Trollope (23 October 1863), quoted in Selections from George Eliot's Letters, ed. Gordon S. Haight (1985), p. 290

 * But there is something else I care yet more about, which has impressed me very happily in all those writings of yours that I know—it is that people are breathing good bracing air in reading them—it is that they (the books) are filled with belief in goodness without the slightest tinge of maudlin. They are like pleasant public gardens, where people go for amusement and, whether they think of it or not, get health as well.
 * George Eliot to Anthony Trollope (23 October 1863), quoted in Selections from George Eliot's Letters, ed. Gordon S. Haight (1985), p. 290

 * If the identity between the Mr. Anthony Trollope of private life and the Mr. Anthony Trollope who has enriched English literature with novels that will yet rank as nineteenth-century classics is not immediately perceived, it can only be because the observer is destitute of the faculty of perception. 'The style is the man;' the popular and successful author is the straightforward unreserved friend; the courageous, candid, plain-speaking companion.
 * Thomas Hay Sweet Escott, 'A Novelist of the Day', Time (August 1879), p. 627

 * I must confess that my theory of men and their resemblance to their works must fall to the ground in Trollope's case, for it would be impossible to imagine anything less like his novels than the author of them. The books, full of gentleness, grace, and refinement; the writer of them, bluff, loud, stormy, and contentious; neither a brilliant talker nor a good speaker; but a kinder-hearted man and a truer friend never lived.
 * William Powell Frith, My Autobiography and Reminiscences, Vol. II (1887), p. 335

 * I wish Mr. Trollope would go on writing Framley Parsonage for ever. I don't see any reason why it should ever come to an end, and every one I know is always dreading the last number. I hope he will make the jilting of Griselda a long while a-doing.
 * Elizabeth Gaskell to George Smith (1 March 1860) quoted in The Letters of Mrs Gaskell, eds. J. A. V. Chapple and Arthur Pollard (1967), p. 602

 * I wonder whether it be really true, as I have more than once seen suggested, that the publication of Anthony Trollope's autobiography in some degree accounts for the neglect into which he and his works fell so soon after his death. I should like to believe it, for such a fact would be, from one point of view, a credit to "the great big stupid public." ... Like every other novelist of note, he had two classes of admirers—those who read him for the sake of that excellence which here and there he achieved, and the undistinguishing crowd which found in him a level entertainment. But it would be a satisfaction to think that "the great big stupid" was really, somewhere in its secret economy, offended by that revelation of mechanical methods which made the autobiography either a disgusting or an amusing book to those who read it more intelligently.
 * George Gissing, The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft (1903), pp. 212-213

 * His hard riding as an overgrown heavy-weight, his systematic whist playing, his loud talk, his burly ubiquity and irrepressible energy in everything,—formed one of the marvels of the last generation. And that such a colossus of blood and bone should spend his mornings, before we were out of bed, in analysing the hypersensitive conscience of an archdeacon, the secret confidences whispered between a prudent mamma and a love-lorn young lady, or the subtle meanderings of Marie Goesler's heart,—this was a real psychologic problem.
 * Frederic Harrison, 'Anthony Trollope', Studies in Early Victorian Literature (1895), p. 203

 * In any case, his books will hereafter bear a certain historical interest, as the best record of actual manners in the higher English society between 1855 and 1875. That value nothing can take away, however dull, connu, and out of date the books may now seem to our new youth... If our new youth ever could bring itself to take up a book having 1865 on its title-page, it might find in the best of Anthony Trollope much subtle observation, many manly and womanly natures, unfailing purity of tone, and wholesome enjoyment.
 * Frederic Harrison, 'Anthony Trollope', Studies in Early Victorian Literature (1895), p. 204

 * Nick found a set of Trollope which had a relatively modest and approachable look among the rest, and took down The Way We Live Now, with an armorial bookplate, the pages uncut. "What have you found there?" said Lord Kessler, in a genially possessive tone. "Ah, you're a Trollope man, are you." "I'm not sure I am, really," said Nick. "I always think he wrote too fast. What was it Henry James said, about Trollope and his 'great heavy shovelfuls of testimony to constituted English matters'?" Lord Kessler paid a moment's wry respect to this bit of showing-off, but said, "Oh, Trollope's good. He's very good on money." "Oh...yes..." said Nick, feeling doubly disqualified by his complete ignorance of money and by the aesthetic prejudice which had stopped him from ever reading Trollope.
 * Alan Hollinghurst, The Line of Beauty (2004), pp. 52-53

 * Of its own light kind there has been no better novel ever written than the Last Chronicle of Barset.
 * Richard Holt Hutton, review of The Last Chronicle of Barset in The Spectator, No. 2037 (13 July 1867), p. 780

 * His great, his inestimable merit was a complete appreciation of the usual... Trollope, therefore, with his eyes comfortably fixed on the familiar, the actual, was far from having invented a new category; his great distinction is that in resting there his vision took in so much of the field. And then he felt all daily and immediate things as well as saw them; felt them in a simple, direct, salubrious way, with their sadness, their gladness, their charm, their comicality, all their obvious and measurable meanings. He never wearied of the pre-established round of English customs—never needed a respite or a change—was content to go on indefinitely watching the life that surrounded him, and holding up his mirror to it.
 * Henry James, 'Anthony Trollope', Partial Portraits (1888; 1899), pp. 100-101

 * Trollope's genius is not the genius of Shakespeare, but his heroines have something of the fragrance of Imogen and Desdemona.
 * Henry James, 'Anthony Trollope', Partial Portraits (1888; 1899), p. 129

 * There's been this whole process in the last fifteen years of rediscovering women writers who were either undervalued or just plain forgotten. A great case in point, Margaret Oliphant, a Victorian writer, who I think is better than Trollope, more varied, more interesting-a fascinating writer that no one has ever heard of. She was a better writer than Trollope, and she knew it. She said very bitterly, "I was paid for my best book what Trollope got for his pot boilers." And he ground out potboilers by the score. There has been a misogyny and a stupidity at work, which we are coming out of.
 * 1994 interview in Conversations with Ursula Le Guin

 * I rather enjoy patronage. I take a lot of trouble over it. At least it makes all those years of reading Trollope seem worthwhile.
 * Harold Macmillan, speech in Oxford (June 1959), quoted in D. R. Thorpe, Supermac: The Life of Harold Macmillan (2010), p. 507

 * A time-honoured abuse, he held, is frequently less bad than its remedy.
 * George Orwell, in "I Have Tried to Tell the Truth", Manchester Evening News, Collected Works, p. 450

 * Trollope was a great, truthful, varied artist, who wrote better than he or his contemporaries realized, and who left behind him more novels of lasting value than any other writer in English.
 * Gordon N. Ray, 'Trollope at Full Length', Huntington Library Quarterly, Vol. 31, No. 4 (August 1968), p. 334

 * Crusty, quarrelsome, wrong-headed, prejudiced, obstinate, kind-hearted and thoroughly honest old Tony Trollope. He would have made a capital Conservative County member of the Chaplin or Lowther type.
 * George Augustus Henry Sala, inscription on the title page of his copy of Trollope's Autobiography, quoted in Anthony Trollope, An Autobiography (1950), p. xix

 * His direct experience of politics...was limited to being an unsuccessful Liberal candidate for Beverley. That doesn't prevent his studies of the human political process – as opposed to his sketches of political ideas, in which he wasn't much interested – being, according to the shrewdest modern parliamentarians, right both in tone and detail.
 * C. P. Snow, 'Trollope's Art', in N. John Hall (ed.), The Trollope Critics (1981), p. 172
 * Snow cited a private communication from Harold Macmillan as his reference

 * They should instead read or re-read The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope, that definitive social satire on the rise and fall of a great financier. It explains more about the developing psychology of a rising financial meteor than column after column in any City page.
 * Hugh Stephenson, 'Rarely will so grand a designer have had so little effect', The Times (27 October 1975), p. 16

 * Certainly, the Barchester novels tell the truth, and the English truth, at first sight, is almost as plain of feature as the French truth, though with a difference. Mr. Slope is a hypocrite, with a "pawing, greasy way with him". Mrs. Proudie is a domineering bully. The Archdeacon is well-meaning but coarse-grained and thick-cut. Thanks to the vigour of the author, the world of which these are the most prominent inhabitants goes through its daily rigmarole of feeding and begetting children and worshipping with a thoroughness, a gusto, which leaves us no loophole of escape. We believe in Barchester as we believe in the reality of our own weekly bills.
 * Virginia Woolf, 'Phases of Fiction', The Bookman, April, May, and June, 1929, quoted in Virginia Woolf, Collected Essays, Volume Two (1966), p. 62

 * At the top of his bent Trollope is a big, if not first-rate, novelist, and the top of his bent came when he drove his pen hard and fast after the humours of provincial life and scored, without cruelty but with hale and hearty common sense, the portraits of those well-fed, black-coated, unimaginative men and women of the fifties. In his manner with them, and his manner is marked, there is an admirable shrewdness, like that of a family doctor or solicitor, too well acquainted with human foibles to judge them other than tolerantly and not above the human weakness of liking one person a great deal better than another for no good reason. Indeed, though he does his best to be severe and is at his best when most so, he could not hold himself aloof, but let us know that he loved the pretty girl and hated the oily humbug so vehemently that it is only by a great pull on his reins that he keeps himself straight. It is a family party over which he presides and the reader who becomes, as time goes on, one of Trollope's most intimate cronies has a seat at his right hand. Their relation becomes confidential.
 * Virginia Woolf, 'Phases of Fiction', The Bookman, April, May, and June, 1929, quoted in Virginia Woolf, Collected Essays, Volume Two (1966), pp. 62-63

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Guglielmo Marconi

Guglielmo Marconi (25 April 1874, Bologna, Italy – 20 July 1937, Rome) was an Italian physicist and inventor of a successful wireless telegraph.

Quotes

 * So be it, let it be so.
 * Marconi 1898, cited in: Alvin K. Benson (2010) Great Lives from History. p. 759
 * Content of the first wireless signals sent across the Bristol Channel.

 * This new form of communication could have some utility.
 * Marconi, 1899: cited in: Simon Saunders, Alejandro Aragón-Zavala (2007) Antennas and Propagation for Wireless Communication. p. 361

 * Have I done the world good, or have I added a menace?
 * Marconi, 1934: cited in Raboy, Marc (2016) |Marconi: The Man Who Networked the World, p. 631

About Marconi

 * The Nobel Prize in Physics 1909 was awarded jointly to Guglielmo Marconi and Karl Ferdinand Braun "in recognition of their contributions to the development of wireless telegraphy"
 * "The Nobel Prize in Physics 1909" at nobelprize.org Nobel Media AB 2013.

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