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Talk:Orson Scott Card

Organization by subject
Quotes have to be organized by subject. This is just a rough draft. Please feel free to add your own quotes or subjects. —The preceding unsigned comment was added by 69.208.212.139 (talk • contribs) 15:43, 4 September 2005 (UTC)

For more, go to this site: http://hatrack.com/quotes/quotes.shtml —The preceding unsigned comment was added by Myclob (talk • contribs) 23:07, 9 September 2005 (UTC)

Yikes
Ok, it is time to bring out the machete. This is way too long and really are all these quotes that interesting? I mean this page seems as long as one of his books. —The preceding unsigned comment was added by 65.119.213.227 (talk • contribs) 14:58, 17 April 2007 (UTC)

 * Indeed! This isn't a fan page.  It's disappointing that this trend continues on Wikiquote, to fill pages with quotes from novels.  It's the person I'm interested in, and I'm looking to source quotes I see elsewhere.  This page is zero help when I try to do that, so its purpose fails. 50.54.238.241 12:59, 4 November 2013 (UTC)

What a mess
This article has so many problems I despair of even listing them all, let alone fixing them. Here are just a few glaring ones: I've done just enough formatting and addition of whitespace to make it a little easier to see just the scope of the problem. (I'm sure I broke some of the punctuation in the process, but trust me, I fixed far more than I broke.) If no one shows any interest in trying to fix these, I'll either work on it some more or perhaps just revert it to an older, far smaller version that can be reasonably improved. ~ Jeff Q (talk) 02:57, 16 May 2007 (UTC)
 * As 65.119.213.227 said above, it's far too long and filled with less than compelling quotes.
 * Given the some of the basic style issues I corrected, I suspect most of its current content was copied from someone's enormous MS Word collection, complete with spelling, formatting, and punctuation errors.
 * It has two redundant sections: organization by work and by topic. The latter greatly encourages the addition of unsourced material.
 * Not one of the current bits of source information is adequate for reasonable verification. Even when page numbers are given, they fail to cite the editions.
 * Many of the individual works listed have such a massive set of quotes that each is a separate likely copyright violation.
 * We already have quote articles on many of these works, making this an incredibly complex, multiple-article merger problem.
 * The article apparently includes creditless transfers from Wikipedia.

All I wanted to do...
And all I wanted to do originally was add a single quote:

 * "I'm accusing you of violating the laws of nature," he said, irritated at my failure to respond. "Nature's virtue is intact," I reassured him. "I just know some different laws."
 * Dialog between Lord Barton and Lanik Mueller, after the latter performs a series of apparent miracles

I'm putting it here in case the article itself doesn't survive review. ~ Jeff Q (talk) 03:05, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

Seems fine to me for copyright, but duplicative.
The selections from these rather lengthy books seem insufficient to raise copyright concerns. However, we have separate entries on many of the individual books; no need for that kind of duplication here. If it's in a separate entry, it should be deleted here. BD2412 T 02:11, 13 June 2008 (UTC)

Temporary move for unsourced quotes
The following quotes have been transferred here from the Orson Scott Card page pending the creation of a time-limited subpage in which contributors will have a chance to source any of the quotes before the subpage is deleted.

 * The lies we live will always be confessed in the stories that we tell.

 * [It] was written and sold. I knew it was a strong story because I cared about it and believed in it. I had no idea that it would have the effect it had on the audience. While most people ignored it, of course, and continue to live full and happy lives without reading it or anything else by me, there was still a surprisingly large group who responded to the story with some fervency.

 * The priests say that God created our souls, and that just puts us under the control of another puppeteer. If God created our will, then he's responsible for every choice we make. God, our genes, our environment, or some stupid programmer keying in code at an ancient terminal -- there's no way free will can ever exist if we as individuals are the result of some external cause.

 * A strange thing happened then. The speaker agreed with her that she had made a mistake that night, and she knew when he said the words that it was true, that his judgment was correct. And yet she felt strangely healed, as if simply speaking her mistake were enough to purge some of the pain of it. For the first time, then, she caught a glimpse of what the power of speaking might be. It wasn't a matter of confession, penance, and absolution, like the priests offered. It was something else entirely. Telling the story of who she was, and then realizing that she was no longer the same person. That she had made a mistake, and the mistake had changed her, and now she would not make the mistake again because she had become someone else, someone less afraid, someone more compassionate.

 * But I hope that in the lives of [the characters], you will find stories worth holding in your memory, perhaps even in your heart. That's the transaction that counts more than best-seller lists, royalty statements, awards, or reviews. Because in the pages of this book, you and I will meet one-on-one, my mind and yours, and you will enter a world of my making and dwell there, not as a character that I control, but as a person with a mind of your own. You will make of my story what you need it to be, if you can. I hope my tale is true enough and flexible enough that you can make it into a world worth living in.

 * The danger that keeps me just a little frightened with every book I write, however, is that I'll overreach myself once too often and try to write a story that I'm just plain not talented or skilful enough to write. That's the dilemma every storyteller faces. It is painful to fail. But it is far sadder when a storyteller stops wanting to try.

 * I don't believe that there are aliens. I believe there are really different people.

 * Catholics will see anything that can talk as a baptizable person.
 * with regards to baptizing aliens

 * We're still struggling to find a significant amount of intelligence here, so no.
 * on whether he believes in extraterrestrial intelligence.

 * Many who were listening felt a vague disquiet. They had expected oration.  Instead the Speaker's voice was nothing remarkable.  And his words had none of the formality of religious speech.  Plain, simple, almost conversational.  Only a few of them noticed that its very simplicity made his voice, his speech utterly believable.  He wasn't telling the Truth, with trumpets; he was telling the truth, the story that you wouldn't think to doubt because it's taken for granted.

 * But you tell me that you loved her, though she was an adulteress. Isn't she the same person tonight?  Has she changed between yesterday and today?  Or is it only you who have changed?

 * I loved Libo, the way everybody in Milagre loved him. But he was willing to be a hypocrite, and so were you, and without anybody even guessing, the poison of your lies hurt us all.  I don't blame you, Mother, or him.  But I thank God for the Speaker.  He was willing to tell us the truth, and it set us free

 * Fiction is a very poor tool for conversion, because if I label it as fiction then I'm telling you it's a pack of lies from the very start.

 * Well, I wish I could tell you that Ender is like me, but Ender is very, very smart.

 * When you really know somebody, you can't hate them...or maybe it's just that you can't really know them until you stop hating them.

 * When you decide to hide something from me, will you at least tell me that aren't going to tell me?

 * 'If human beings are all monsters, why should I sacrifice anything for them?'

 * No human being, when you understand his desires, is worthless. No one's life is nothing.  Even the most evil of men and women, if you understand their hearts, had some generous act that redeems them, at least a little, from their sins.

"I don't know. Is it a longing? Is it a giddy stupid happiness just because you're with me?" "Yes," she said.
 * This emotion I'm feeling now, this is love, right?

 * If I read it in the newspapers, it's probably wrong. If I read it in the major news magazines, it's hopelessly wrong.

 * We care about moral issues, nobility, decency, happiness, goodness—the issues that matter in the real world, but which can only be addressed, in their purity, in fiction.

people. (http://www.ornery.org/essays/warwatch/2004-08-08-1.html)"
 * Every action of Al-Qaeda is part of Osama's cynical plan to become the Caliph of Islam. He is persuading young Muslim men to kill themselves in order to further his own climb to absolute power over all Muslims, and then (he hopes) over the whole world. These young Muslim men, Osama says, are "martyrs, but every Muslim knows that martyrs are killed by the enemy, not self-murdered in order to kill innocents. Because they believe Osama's teachings, these young men cut themselves off from a lifetime of service to God, a lifetime of fathering children who would grow up to serve God. Instead they die in service of Osama's ambition. They are, in effect, suffering the same fate as the eunuchs who served as loyal slaves in the court of the Sultan in Istanbul. Cut off from the hope of having families of their own, their lives were spent in the service of Sultans who claimed to be religious leaders but were really nothing more than vicious exploiters and oppressors of the Muslim

 * Her action ... meant one thing to him and something quite different to her; it was so different that it was not even the same event.

 * If pigs could vote, the man with the slop bucket would be elected swineherd every time, no matter how much slaughtering he did on the side.

 * Everyone you say who says that they have no religious beliefs is just so certain about their belief that they accept it as truth. If you just start asking probing questions, and they start getting mad, then you've found their religion.

 * Faster than light travel — do I think it could happen in the way I describe? [snort] No.

 * There are science fiction readers and science fiction convention attenders, and they are very different groups.

 * You can't defeat a powerful enemy unless you understand him completely, and you can't understand him unless you know the desires of his heart, and you can't know the desires of his heart until you truly love him.

 * If you write like James Joyce, you will have an audience of twenty. The other nineteen — besides your mother, because your father won't read it — will only be reading it to find out how on earth you got published.

 * Tell the story plainly and clearly.

 * Among my most prized possessions are the words that I have never spoken.

 * Humanity does not ask us to be happy. It merely asks us to be brilliant on its behalf.  Survival first, then happiness as we can manage it.

 * It's the middle class that feels the luxury of being able to have causes.

 * Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space.

 * The criminal misuse of time was pointing out the mistakes. Catching them – noticing them – that was essential.  If you did not in your own mind distinguish between useful and erroneous information, then you were not learning at all, you were merely replacing ignorance with false belief, which was no improvement.

 * [They] have a higher allegiance to their own conscience than to the rules others set down for them. It's a failing, if your object is to maintain order, but if your goal is to learn and adapt, it's a virtue.

 * Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.

 * Your work is first, learning is first, winning is everything because without it there is nothing.

Inadequately sourced quotes

 * You need to remember that what you're dealing with here is the ideas I had when I was 16 that I'm putting in my fiction now.
 * With regards to "philotes" in the Ender's Game series

 * I am going to write you into a story someday, my friend. Remember that the ultimate power is mine.  You may decide what you will do in this life, up to the point.  But I will decide what others think of you, and not just now but long after you're dead. ** The Tales of Alvin Maker

 * Any homosexual man who can persuade a woman to take him as her husband can avail himself of all the rights of husbandhood under the law. [...] So it is a flat lie to say that homosexuals are deprived of any civil right pertaining to marriage. To get those civil rights, all homosexuals have to do is find someone of the opposite sex willing to join them in marriage.
 * The Rhinoceros Times

 * The dark secret of homosexual society -- the one that dares not speak its name -- is how many homosexuals first entered into that world through a disturbing seduction or rape or molestation or abuse, and how many of them yearn to get out of the homosexual community and live normally.
 * The Ornery American

 * Oddly enough, even as I am attacked by some as a homophobe, I am attacked by others as being too supportive of homosexuality, simply because I cannot see individual homosexuals, in or out of my books, as anything other than human beings with as complex a combination of good and evil in them as I find within myself.
 * Nauvoo

The Worthing Saga

 * See the Wikipedia article on The Worthing Saga for more information.

 * Do you realize what you're saying? You're saying, please take me out of heaven, god, and send me to hell

 * It's no challenge to destroy the weak

 * I love only life. But life can only continue in the face of death.

 * Something was bitterly wrong with the world, they could see that; they had all felt anger in the past, but till now something had always come between the thought and the act, and calmed them. Now, tonight, that calm was gone. They could feel it in themselves, nothing soothing their fear, nothing telling them wordlessly, all is well.

 * Have you come to take away the pain again?"  The man shook his head. The hope had been brief, but the disappointment was no less deep because of that.   "If you can't do that then what good are you to us?

 * They speak in my mind. Like" – and he hesitated before saying the childhood word – "Angels.

 * You would turn away one who comes teaching the name of god? The wicked can use god's name as well as god How can we ever know, then, unless we try them? Or should we cast away all men who use the name of god, for fear they're blasphemers? What name will god use, then?

 * What are they afraid of? "Dying first But they still die don't they?

 * There is nothing so stupid or dangerous or painful that people wont eagerly do it, if by doing it they will make others believe that they are better or stronger or more honorable. I've seen people poison themselves, destroy their children, abandon their mates, cut themselves off from the world, all so that others would think that they were a better sort of person.

 * Justice hates it when I make people obey me out of fear. She thinks it's ugly and not nice. She always used to make people obey her by changing what they wanted, so it didn't occur to them to disobey. I think that's degrading and turns people into animals

 * Who were they to play god with his life? They had been playing god with his life from the beginning

 * The truth was that neither the first nor the second test proved anything. But if they thought it proved something, he was just as dead.

 * You must be careful. You must never know things you couldn't possibly know. It makes people upset

 * It's the only way to save your life Did you ever ask me if I wanted my life to be saved?

 * Who are you, god? You decide who's supposed to live and how?

 * Who are you? A question I've been trying to answer since adolescence. I finally decided that I was neither god nor Satan. I was so disappointed that I didn't try to narrow it down any further

 * Doon is the devil, isn't he? Was. He's dead now. At least, he promised me that he'd die But was he? The devil? Satan. The adversary. The enemy of the plan of god. The undoer. The destroyer. Yes. He definitely was. But he meant well

 * I wish I had been like you I wish I had been like you

 * People always believer things were better - before

 * You had no choice No, but you'd be amazed at how often people who have no choice act as if they had one, and lose everything because they could not bear to do what had to be done

 * The puppet, wishes to be free You are free. Stay and die, go and live – you have your choice What choice is that! What do you expect, an infinite selection? To have a choice at all is to be free – even when the choice is between two terrible things. Which is the most terrible, Jason? Which do you hate the most? Then choose the other and be glad

 * To be without Doon, that was what frightened Jason the most. Doon was the foundation for his life, for good or ill; ever since Doon had found him, Jason had known nothing could go wrong in his life – Doon was watching.  Now when he stumbled, who would lift him up? This was freedom after all, Jason realized, because from now on no one would save him from the consequences of his own acts. It wasn't freedom that I yearned for, was it? It was childhood that I wanted, and Doon is barring me from my refuge; he has been my father all these years, and now he's thrusting me away. "Ill never forgive you for this"

 * I'm so much like you that to love me is purest narcissism

 * It's what isn't me in you that I most love. Where I have torn down, you will build up. I have made chaos for you, and the world is without form, and void. You are the light that will shine on the face of the deep

 * I hate it when you say things you've been practicing up to say

 * My strongest memories are yours

 * I found out from their memories just what kind of person each was. Some were haters, the sort of people you'd expect to find in any conspiracy to kill. Others were merely afraid, others were dedicated to a cause – but I didn't care that much why they had wanted me dead. I needed to know more the purposes of their lives, what made them choose their choices

 * If you don't hold on with at least one hand while you're balancing on only one foot up here, I'm going to throw you down myself to end the suspense

 * He had an overdeveloped sense of empathy. He could imagine other peoples suffering, and felt it himself. His mother had used that against him all his life, torturing him with guilt for all the suffering of her life

 * They had no use for a god who couldn't save them from everything

 * This time he saw himself more clearly than before. He no longer believed the happiness, of course, but neither did he believe the scorn. He saw himself as if from a distance of years.

 * He saw that he was young, but he did not hold it against himself. He also saw that he was happy, but he did not wish that he still felt that way. He remembered too well the pain of discovering how foolish he had been. He saw himself more as father had seen him, as a boy on a path of years, echoing childhood with every move, promising manhood also.

 * And that combination of foolish happiness, shame, and love – meant something. Until then, the memories had meant nothing. But these visions of today had taken on a powerful resonance; his whole life trembled with it

 * I've been wounded and you're using the bloody place to teach me, and if that's what gods are supposed to do, then I wish there were no gods at all

 * A house of your own soon enough It was this house I wanted to belong in. He hates me now,, and ill never have a chance again to make it right Give him time to see you as a man on your own, and he'll come around, you'll see. Now me. He wont forgive me. I look too much like grandfather, don't you see? I never had a chance here

 * I never knew I love father till he lay there at the brink of death. Perhaps I never did love him, until he was nearly gone. It seemed a very powerful thought, until it occurred to him that justice probably put it into his mind

 * People aren't individuals, even though we all think we are. Even before I came, what did you know of yourself, except what your family told you? Their tales of your childhood became your vision of yourself; you imitated your father and mother both, learned what it means to be a human being from them. Every pattern of your life has been bent and shaped by what other people do and what other people say

 * He had only filled himself with anger, and he could not cease to hate just because he was asked to; not even because he wanted to

 * She is god, not you She was the least of the gods, if you want to call them that. But then, at the end she was the greatest

 * Hypocrites, I said to them. You dare to rob mankind of all it's pain, yet treasure your own agonies. Who watches you?

 * Did you ever think that however much they railed against the universe or fate or god or whatever else, that they might not thank you for stealing from them all that makes them human?

 * For the first time Lared did not fear her and did not hate her, for the first time he understood what lay behind her choice, and though he thought that it was wrong, he realized it was not justice's fault

 * No child can be understood without knowing the parents; no revolution can be understood without knowing the ancient regime; no colony can be understood without knowing the mother country; no new world can be understood without knowing the old world that went before.

 * The opposite. I love only life. But life can only continue in the face of death.

Maps in a Mirror: The Short Fiction of Orson Scott Card (1990)

 * As a matter of fact, Rice Krispies are favored by solitary people.

 * Oops, I thought. Oops is an all-purpose word standing for every bit of profanity, blasphemy, and pornographic and scatological execration I could think of.

 * [He] made a little whimpering noise that meant everything she wanted it to mean.

 * She didn't sound glad. It irritated him a little. Hurt his feelings. But instead of going off to nurse his wounds, he merely noticed his emotions as if he were a dispassionate observer. He saw himself; important self-made man, yet at home a little boy who can be hurt, not even by a word, but by a short pause of indecision. Sensitive, sensitive, and he was amused at himself: for a moment he almost saw himself standing a few inches away, could observe even the bemused expression on his own face

 * What bothered him was that he didn't exactly care. He didn't not care either. He was just going through the motions as he had a thousand times before, and this time, suddenly, it all seemed so silly

 * Surely a balance between two hungers leaves both satisfied.

 * What a clear world you live in. All the lines neatly drawn

 * All the causes or purposes of all our acts are just stories we tell ourselves, stories we believe or disbelieve, changing all the time. But still we live, still we act, and all those acts have some kind of cause. The patterns all fit together into a web that connects everyone who's ever lived with everyone else. And every new person changes the web, adds to it, changes the connections, makes it all different. That's what I find with this program, how you believe you fit into the web Not how I really fit? How can I know? How can I measure it? I discover the stories that you believe most secretly, the stories that control your acts. But the very telling of the story changes the way you believe. Moves some things into the open, changes who you are. I undo my work by doing it

 * A way to make it respond to who a person really is. Cut through all the… Yes? Just wondering Cut through all the ? Stories we tell ourselves. All the lies that we believe about ourselves. About who we really are

 * What an ugly world you choose to live in Not neat and pretty like yours, not bound about by rules the way yours is. Laws and principals, theories and hypotheses, may they cover your eyes and keep you happy

 * I think you need help Don't we all

 * What kind of animal are you? Can't you make up a lie and believe it?

 * I think god stopped paying attention long ago

 * How is it less bearable than that beautiful boy who wanted so badly to do the right thing that he did it all wrong, lost his chance, and now is caught in the sum of all his wrong turns? I got on the road they all wanted to take, and I reached the top, but it wasn't where I should have gone, I'm still that boy. I did not have to lie when I went home to her

 * You have no sex life whatsoever. Don't you realize how dangerous that is? You don't even masturbate. The tension and hostility inside you must be tremendous.

 * To him, their marriage was his very soul. To [her], their marriage was just a friendship with sex.

 * Her soul belong as much to [them] as to him. By dividing her loyalties, she fragmented them; none were strong enough to sway her deepest desires. Thus he discovered what he supposed all faithful men eventually discover – that no human relationship is ever anything but tentative. There is no such thing as an unbreakable bond between people.

 * Nothing can last. Nothing is, finally, what it once seemed to be. [she] and he had the perfect marriage until there came a stress that exposed it's imperfection. Anyone who thinks he has a perfect marriage, a perfect friendship, a perfect trust of any kind, he only believes this because the stress that will break it has not yet come. He might die with the illusion of happiness, but all he has proven is that sometimes death comes before betrayal. If you live long enough, betrayal will inevitably come

 * I don't ever want to see you again. You've made me regret the one unregretable decision of my life – [her]. You've made me wish, somewhere in my heart, that id never married her. Which is like making me wish id never been born

 * But could he blame her for being glad that she didn't have to choose? Glad that she could have both?

 * Once I thought [he] was god. Now I know he's much less powerful than that. He's merely fate. No. Don't say that. Not even fate. Just out guide through it. He sees the future and points the way.

 * At last he was what he had always pretended to be. An ordinary, powerless man. He hated it.

 * You have just described the relationship between males and females. Two completely different species, completely unintelligible to each other, living side by side and thinking they're really the same. The fascinating thing is that the two species persist in marrying each other and having babies, sometimes of one species, sometimes of other, and the whole time they can't understand why they can't understand each other.

 * It's all right to love him I know that I mean, it's all right to love him more than you love us. More than you love any of us. More than you love all of us

 * How do you understand me so well?  "I only know what you show me and what you tell me. It's all we ever know about each other. The only thing that helps is that nobody can ever lie for long about who they really are. Not even to themselves

 * He wanted to talk to her. Right now, at this moment, he wanted to tell her what he was thinking, wanted her to question him and argue with him until she made him come up with an answer, or lots of answers. He needed her to see what he wasn't seeing. He needed her a lot more than they needed her

 * The greatest work of all is the one that will die with us, the one that no one else will ever know of, because they remain perpetually outside. We can't even explain it to them. They don't have the language to understand us. We can only speak I to each other

 * He lived in one frozen, perfect moment – the moment when his heart was so full of love – no, not love. The moment when he decided, without love, that it would be better for his life, such as it was, to end than to have to watch [her] life end. It's is a moment that can be lived with for eternity

 * She had the sort of beauty that started wars

 * What do you mean, 'ah'? Just 'ah.' does every 'ah' have to mean something?

 * I am filled with all the truth that was discarded by men when they chose their lies and died for them. I am in constant pain, and now that I have met a man who does not add to my treasury of falsehood, you are the cruelest of them all.

 * Then [she] wept with all her heart. Not for the cruel and greedy man who had warred and killed and savaged everywhere he could. But for the boy who had somehow turned into that man, the boy whose gentle hand had comforted her childhood hurts, the boy whose frightened voice had cried out to her at the end of his life, as if he wondered why he had gotten lost inside himself, as if he realized that it was too, too late to get out again

 * The combination was irresistible even if he hadn't loved her desperately. (more than she loves me, he sometimes admitted to himself.) He did love her desperately, however, and while this did not mean that he utterly lost his own will, it did mean that he would go along with her, for a while at least, in almost anything. Even if she was a damned fool sometimes   "You're a damned fool sometimes I love you too"

 * All that you do is mortal – it is all born. It all dies. And yet you struggle against mortality and have overcome it, building up tremendous stores of shared knowledge through your finite books and your finite words. You put frames on everything Mass insanity, then. But it explains nothing about why you worship. You must come here to mock us. Not to mock you. To envy you Then die

 * We have found a race that builds for the sheer joy of building, that creates beauty, that writes books, that invents the lives of never-known people to delight other who know they are being lied to, a race that devises immortal gods to worship and celebrates it's own mortality with immense pomp and glory. Death is the foundation of all that is great about humanity

 * They were gnawed within by the grief of knowing that this greatest gift of all gifts was forever out of their reach.

 * God destroyed the world before. Once in a flood, when Noah rode it out in the ark. And once the tower of the worlds pride was destroyed in the confusion of tongues. The other times, if there were any other times, those times are all forgotten.

 * There was other folks who had a way of sucking you to them, without saying a thing, without doing a thing, you just went into a room and couldn't take your eyes off them, you wanted to be close – I saw that other kids felt the same way, just automatically liked them, you know? But I could feel it like they was on fire, and suddenly I was cold and needed to warm myself. And id say something about it and people would look at me like I was crazy enough to lock right up, and I finally caught on that I was the only one who had those feelings

 * The world will probably be destroyed again, unless we repent. And don't think you can hide from the angels. They start out as ordinary people, and you never know which ones. Suddenly god put the power of destruction in their hands, and they destroy. And just as suddenly, when all the destruction is done, the angels leaves them, and they're ordinary people

 * She was sure [he] would follow her. [he] would bend to her as he had always bent, resilient and accommodating

 * I realized that to [him], at least, cowardice was not something to be loathed, it was something to be cast out, to be exorcised, to be killed

 * He asked me quietly as we walked the next day, "What have you done to the young soldier? Put the fear of god into him"  I had meant to be funny. Odd, how a man can be careful in all his pronouncements, and then forget everything he knows as a joke comes to mind and he impulsively tells it

 * At last I was able to explain that I hadn't understood the implications of my statement in their language, that I was transliterating and certain words had different meanings and so on and so on

 * How is it possible that stupidity should end our lives when our enemies' cleverest stratagems had not

 * I'll never make a mess like that again in my whole life. It took hours! You guys may think being a messy kid is easy, but I can tell you it is really hard work!

Sub-Par quality
Many of the quotes listed here are not significant or meaningful, and none are properly cited. While they are, at least, organized by publication, no page numbers are listed for any quotes. Over the next couple of weeks, I'm going to clean this page up; list proper citations for all of the newest publications of the works listed here according to MLA format, provide page-number citations for queotes, and remove quotes which are not significant enough to be listed. Right now, this page is nearly useless--24.128.29.59 02:17, 27 May 2009 (UTC)

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The only quote attributed to Card on this page (A rustic setting always suggests fantasy; to suggest science fiction, you need sheet metal and plastic. You need rivets.) is from How to Write Science Fiction. However, I don't have the book handy, so I can't tell you the page #.

"If pigs could vote, the man with the slop bucket would be elected swineherd every time, no matter how much slaughtering he did on the side." comes from Ender's Game. I don't know the page number.

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Troy (film)

Troy is a 2004 epic film about the assault on Troy by the united Greek forces during the Trojan War.
 * Directed by Wolfgang Petersen. Written by David Benioff, based on the Iliad written by Homer.

For Honor.taglines

Achilles

 * That's why no one will remember your name. [To the messenger boy who wouldn't want to fight Boagrius]
 * Imagine a king who fights his own battles. Wouldn't that be a sight?
 * [to his soldiers] Myrmidons! My brothers of the sword! I would rather fight beside you than any army of thousands! Let no man forget how menacing we are! We are lions! Do you know what's there, waiting beyond that beach? Immortality! Take it! It's yours!
 * [after Hector challenges him] Why kill you now, Prince of Troy, with no one here to see you fall?
 * It's too early in the day for killing princes.
 * [to Briseis] I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now, and we will never be here again.
 * At night I see their faces: all the men I've killed. They're standing there on the far bank of the river Styx, waiting for me. They say "Welcome, brother."
 * [to the Thessalonians after defeating Boagrius] Is there no one else?! IS THERE NO ONE ELSE!?!
 * [to Briseis] I want what all men want. I just want it more.
 * [To Agamemnon] You sack of wine! Before my time is done I will look down on your corpse and smile.
 * [outside the walls of Troy shouting to Hector] HECTOR!! HECTOOOOOR! HECTOR!!!!
 * [To Hector] Get up, Prince of Troy. Get up. I won't let a stone take my glory.
 * [to Briseis] You gave me peace...in a lifetime of war.
 * [to Priam] You are a better king than the one leading this army.

Agamemnon

 * [about Achilles] Of all the warlords loved by the gods, I hate him the most.
 * Peace is for the women and the weak. Empires are forged by war.
 * [as the Greek soldiers cheer for Achilles] Give him too many battles, and the men will forget who's king.
 * [as Troy burns] Let it burn! Let Troy burn! Burn it, for Menelaus! Burn it! Burn Troy! Burn Troy! I promised you, brother! I promised you! Burn it! Burn it for Menelaus!
 * [capturing Briseis] Too late for prayer, priestess. I almost lost this war because of your little romance. I want to taste what Achilles tasted...
 * [to Briseis, leering] You'll be my slave in Mycenae. A Trojan priestess scrubbing my floors. And at night... [gags as she stabs him in the throat, killing him]

Menelaus

 * [During the celebration of their victory after a bloody war and attempting to form an alliance with Troy] Princes of Troy, on our last night together, Queen Helen and I salute you.
 * I want her back so I can kill her with my own two hands, and I won't rest till I've burned Troy to the ground!
 * I accept your challenge, and tonight, I'll drink to your bones.
 * [shouting to Helen after Paris retreats] IS THIS WHAT YOU LEFT ME FOR?!?

Odysseus

 * [Achilles throws his spear into a nearby tree] Your reputation for hospitality is fast becoming legend.
 * War is young men dying and old men talking.
 * This war will never be forgotten, nor will the heroes who fought in it.
 * Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
 * If they ever tell my story, let them say...I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat...but these names will never die. Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say...I lived in the time of Achilles.

Hector

 * [grabs Paris by the face] Paris! You're my brother and I love you, but if you do anything to endanger Troy, I will rip your pretty face from your pretty skull.
 * You say you want to die for love, but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!
 * All my life I've lived by a code, and the code is simple: honor the gods, love your woman and defend your country. Troy is mother to us all. Fight for her!
 * [to Paris, before his duel with Menelaus] Make him swing and miss; he'll tire.
 * [managing to get Paris to safety when the Greeks prepare to attack] Get inside, Paris! ARCHERS!!!
 * If I die, I don't know how much longer Troy will stand.

Paris

 * [to Helen] If you come, we'll never be safe. Men will hunt us, the gods will curse us, but I'll love you. Until the day they burn my body, I'll love you.
 * Father, you are a great king, because you love your country so much. Every blade of grass, every grain of sand, every rock in the river - you love all of Troy. That is the way I love Helen.
 * [at the discovery of the wooden horse] Father, burn it!
 * [giving the Sword of Troy to Aeneas] As long as it remains in the hands of a Trojan, our people have a future. Take them, Aeneas. Find them a new home.

Priam

 * I've fought many wars in my time. Some I've fought for land, some for power, some for glory. But I suppose fighting for love makes more sense than all the rest.
 * [giving Paris the Sword of Troy] My father carried this sword, and his father before him, all the way back to the founding of Troy. The history of our people was written with this sword. Carry it with you tomorrow. The spirit of Troy is in that sword. So long as a Trojan carries it, our people have a future.
 * I have endured what no one on earth has endured before. I kissed the hands of the man who killed my son.
 * I loved my boy from the moment he opened his eyes until the moment you closed them. Let me wash his body. Let me say the prayers. Let me place two coins on his eyes for the boatman.
 * [to Hector] No father ever had a better son.
 * Even enemies can show respect.
 * [last words, as Greek soldiers plunder a temple] HAVE YOU NO HONOR?!

Thetis

 * [to Achilles] If you stay in Larissa, you will find peace. You will find a wonderful woman, and you will have sons and daughters, who will have children. And they'll all love you and remember your name. But when your children are dead, and their children after them, your name will be lost. If you go to Troy, glory will be yours. They will write stories about your victories for thousands of years and the world will honor your name. But if you go to Troy, you will never come back, for your glory walks hand-in-hand with your doom. And I shall never see you again.

Dialogue

 * Agamemnon: Good day for the crows.
 * Triopas: I told you yesterday and I'll tell you again today. Remove your army from my land.
 * Agamemnon: I like your land. I think we'll stay. I like your soldiers too. they fought bravely yesterday; not well but bravely.
 * Triopas: They won't fight for you.
 * Agamemnon: That's what the Mycenaeans said. And the Arcadians. And the Epeians. Now, they all fight for me.
 * Triopas: You can't have the whole world, Agamemnon. It's too big, even for you.
 * Agamemnon: I don't want to watch another massacre. Let's settle this war in the old manner, your best fighter against my best.
 * Triopas: And if my man wins?
 * Agamemnon: We'll leave Thessaly for good.
 * Triopas: Boagrius!
 * [Boagrius emerges from the cheering Thessalian army; a giant of a man with immense strength]
 * Agamemnon: [Smiling with confidence] Achilles!
 * [Achilles does not appear; Agamemnon's army remains silent. Agamemnon's smile fades while one forms on Triopas' face]
 * Triopas: Boagrius has this effect on many heroes.
 * Agamemnon: Careful who you insult, old king!

 * Messenger Boy: Are the stories about you true? They say your mother is an immortal goddess. They say you can't be killed.
 * Achilles: I wouldn't be bothering with the shield then, would I?
 * Messenger Boy: The Thessalonian you're fighting-he is the biggest man I've ever seen. I wouldn't want to fight him.
 * Achilles: That's why no one will remember your name.

 * Agamemnon: I always thought my brother's wife was a foolish woman. But she's proved to be very useful! [chuckles] Nothing unifies the people like a common enemy.
 * Nestor: The Trojans have never been conquered. Some say they can't be conquered.
 * Agamemnon: Old King Priam thinks he's untouchable behind his high walls. He thinks the sun god will protect him. But the gods protect only...the strong! If Troy falls, I control the Aegean.
 * Nestor: Hector commands the finest army in the east, and Troy is built to withstand a ten year siege.
 * Agamemnon: There won't be a ten year siege! I'll attack them with the greatest force the world has ever seen! I want all the kings of Greece and their armies. Send emissaries in the morning.
 * Nestor: One last thing. We need Achilles and his Myrmidons.
 * Agamemnon: Achilles? He can't be controlled. He's as likely to fight us as the Trojans.
 * Nestor: We don't need to control him, we need to unleash him. That man was born to end lives.
 * Agamemnon: Yes, he's a gifted killer, but he threatens everything I've built. Before me, Greece was nothing. I brought all the Greek kingdoms together! I created a nation out of fire-worshippers and snake-eaters! I build the future, Nestor! Me! Achilles is the past. A man who fights for no flag. A man loyal to no country.
 * Nestor: How many battles have we won off the edge of his sword? This will be the greatest war the world has ever seen. We need the greatest warrior.
 * Agamemnon: There's only one man he'll listen to.
 * Nestor: I'll send a ship in the morning.

 * [The Trojans just sailed from Sparta back to Troy, Hector is carving a lion in a small piece of wood, Paris gets closer]
 * Paris: It's a beautiful morning. Poseidon has blessed our voyage.
 * Hector: Sometimes the gods bless you in the morning and curse you in the afternoon.
 * Paris: Do you love me, brother? Would you protect me from any enemy?
 * Hector: [stops his carving and looks at Paris] The last time you spoke to me like this, you were ten years old and you'd just stolen Father's horse. What have you done now?
 * Paris: I must show you something.

 * [A furious Hector discovers that Paris has taken Helen with them on their ship home.]
 * Hector: [to helmsman] Turn the ship around! Back to Sparta!
 * [As the helmsman barks orders to the ship's crew and prepares to turn back, Paris tries to approach Hector]
 * Paris: Wait, wait-
 * Hector: You fool.
 * Paris: Listen to me-
 * Hector: [pushes Paris] Do you know what you've done?! Do you know how many years our father worked for peace?!
 * Paris: I love her.
 * Hector: [groans in frustration] It's all a game to you, isn't it? You roam from town to town, bedding merchant's wives and temple maids, and you think you know something about love. What about your father's love? You spat on him when you brought her on this ship! What about the love for your country?! You'd let Troy burn for this woman?! I won't let you start a war for her.
 * Paris: May I speak? What you say is true. I've wronged you, I've wronged our father. If you want to take Helen back to Sparta, so be it. But I go with her.
 * Hector: To Sparta? They'll kill you.
 * Paris: Then I'll die fighting.
 * Hector: Oh, and that sounds heroic to you, doesn't it? To die fighting. Tell me, little brother, have you ever killed a man?
 * Paris: No.
 * Hector: Ever seen a man die in combat?
 * Paris: ...No.
 * Hector: I've killed men, and I've heard them dying, and I've watched them dying, and there's nothing glorious about it, nothing poetic! You say you want to die for love, but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!
 * Paris: All the same, I go with her. I won't ask you to fight my war.
 * Hector: You already have. [to helmsman] To Troy!

 * Hector: [discussing Paris and Helen] Father, I know this is the last thing we need.
 * Priam: It is the will of the gods. Everything is in their hands. But I'm surprised you let him bring her.
 * Hector: If I'd let him fight Menelaus for her, you'd be burning a son's body instead of welcoming a daughter.
 * Priam: We could send peace envoys to Menelaus.
 * Hector: You know Menelaus, he'd spear their heads to his gate.
 * Priam: What would you have me do?
 * Hector: Put her on a ship, and send her home.
 * Priam: Women have always loved Paris, and he has loved them back, but this is different. Something has changed in him. If we send her home to Menelaus, he will follow her.
 * Hector: This is my country, and these are my countrymen. I don't want to see them suffer so my brother can have his prize. And it's not just the Spartans coming after her. By now Menelaus has gone to Agamemnon, and Agamemnon has wanted to destroy us for years. Once we're out of the way, he controls the seas.
 * Priam: Enemies have been attacking us for centuries. Our walls still stand.
 * Hector: Father...we can't win this war.
 * Priam: Apollo watches over us. Even Agamemnon is no match for the gods.
 * Hector: [sarcastically] And how many battalions does the sun god command?
 * Priam: [sternly] Do not mock the gods! When you were very young, you came down with scarlet fever. Your little hand was so hot. The healer said you would not last the night. I went down to Apollo's temple, and I prayed until the sun came up. That walk back to the palace was the longest of my life. When I went into your mother's room, and you were sleeping in her arms, the fever had broken. I promised that day to dedicate my life to the gods, I will not break my promise. For thirty years I have worked for peace, thirty years. Paris is a fool sometimes, I know that, but I will fight a thousand wars before letting him die.
 * Hector: Forgive me, father, but you won't be the one fighting.

 * Helen: They're coming for me. The wind is bringing them closer.
 * Paris: What if we left? Tonight, right now. What if we went down to the stables, took two horses and left? Ride east, keep riding--
 * Helen: And go where?
 * Paris: Away from here. I could hunt deer, rabbit. I could feed us.
 * Helen: But this is your home.
 * Paris: You left your home for me.
 * Helen: Sparta was never my home. My parents sent my there when I was sixteen to marry Menelaus. But it was never my home.
 * Paris: We'll live off the land. No more palaces for us. No more servants. We don't need any of that.
 * Helen: And your family?
 * Paris: We'd be protecting my family! If we're not here, what's the need for war?
 * Helen: Menelaus won't give up. He'll track us to the end of the world.
 * Paris: He doesn't know these lands. I do. We can lose ourselves in a day.
 * Helen: You don't know Menelaus. You don't know his brother. They'll burn every house in Troy to find us. They'll never believe we've left. And even if they do, they'll burn it for spite.
 * Paris: Then I'll make it easy for him to find me. I'll walk right up to him, and tell him you're mine. [kisses her]
 * Helen: You're very young, my love.
 * Paris: We're the same age.
 * Helen: You're younger than I ever was.

 * Hector: Why did you come here?
 * Achilles: They'll be talking about this war for a thousand years.
 * Hector: In a thousand years, the dust from our bones will be gone.
 * Achilles: Yes, prince. But our names will remain.
 * [The Myrmidons arrive and surround Hector]
 * Achilles: Go home, prince. Drink some wine, make love to your wife. Tomorrow we'll have our war.
 * Hector: You speak of war as if it's a game. But how many wives wait at Troy's gates for husbands they'll never see again?
 * Achilles: Perhaps your brother can comfort them? I hear he's good at charming other men's wives.

 * Achilles: Apparently, you won some great victory.
 * Agamemnon: Ah, perhaps you didn't notice. The Trojan beach belonged to Priam in the morning. It belongs to Agamemnon in the afternoon.
 * Achilles: You can have the beach, I didn't come here for sand.
 * Agamemnon: No. You came here because you want your name to last through the ages. A great victory was won today, but that victory was not yours. Kings did not kneel to Achilles. Kings did not pay homage to Achilles.
 * Achilles: Perhaps the kings were too far behind to see. The soldiers won the battle.
 * Agamemnon: History remembers kings, not soldiers! Tomorrow, we'll batter down the gates of Troy. I'll build monuments to victory on every island of Greece. I'll carve "Agamemnon" in the stone! My name will last through the ages! Your name is written in sand for the waves to wash away.
 * Achilles: Be careful, King of Kings. First you need the victory.
 * Agamemnon: Your men sacked the temple of Apollo, yes?
 * Achilles: You want gold? Take it. It's my gift to honor your courage, take whatever you wish.
 * Agamemnon: I already have. Aphareus! Haemon!
 * [Aphareus and Haemon enter the tent, dragging in Briseis.]
 * Agamemnon: The spoils of war.
 * Achilles: [to Aphareus and Haemon] No argument with you, brothers, but if you don't release her, you'll never see home again. Decide.
 * Agamemnon: Guards!
 * [Achilles draws his sword, as more armed guards rush into the tent.]
 * Briseis: Stop! Too many men have died today. If killing is your only talent, that's your curse. I don't want anyone dying for me.
 * [Achilles puts his sword away]
 * Agamemnon: [in astonishment] Mighty Achilles, silenced by a slave girl! Tonight, I'll have her give me a bath. And then, who knows?
 * Achilles: You sack of wine! [points his sword at Agamemnon] Before my time is done, I will look down on your corpse and smile.

 * Agamemnon: I see you're not hiding behind your high walls. Valiant of you. Ill-advised, but valiant.
 * Hector: You come here uninvited. Go back to your ships and go home.
 * Agamemnon: We've come too far, Prince Hector.
 * Menelaus: Prince? What prince? What son of a king would accept a man's hospitality, eat his food, drink his wine, embrace him in friendship, and then steal his wife in the middle of the night?!
 * Paris: The sun was shining when your wife left you.
 * Menelaus: [draws sword] She's up there, watching, isn't she? Good. I want her to watch you die.
 * Agamemnon: Not yet, brother. Look around you, Hector. I brought all the warriors of Greece to your shores.
 * Nestor: You can still save Troy, young prince.
 * Agamemnon: I have two wishes. If you grant them, no more of your people need die. First, you must give Helen back to my brother. Second, Troy must submit to my command, to fight for me whenever I call.
 * Hector: You want me to look upon your army and tremble? Well, I see them. I see 50,000 men brought here to fight for one man's greed.
 * Agamemnon: Careful, boy. My mercy has limits.
 * Hector: And I've seen the limits of your mercy, and I tell you now: no son of Troy will ever submit to a foreign ruler.
 * Agamemnon: Then every son of Troy shall die.
 * Paris: There is another way. I won't give her up and neither will you. So let us fight our own battle. The winner takes Helen home. And let that be the end of it.
 * Agamemnon: A brave offer, but not enough.
 * Menelaus: [taking Agamemnon aside] Let me kill this little peacock!
 * Agamemnon: I didn't come here for your pretty wife. I came here for Troy.
 * Menelaus: I came for my honor. His every breath insults me! Let me kill him. When he's lying in the dust, give the signal to attack. You'll have your city, I'll have my revenge.
 * Agamemnon: So be it.
 * Menelaus: [to Paris] I accept your challenge. And tonight, I'll drink to your bones.

 * Odysseus: The world seems simple to you, my friend. But when you're a king, very few choices are simple. Ithaca cannot afford an enemy like Agamemnon.
 * Achilles: Am I supposed to fear him?
 * Odysseus: You don't fear anyone, that's your problem. Fear is useful. Stay, Achilles. You were born for this war.
 * Achilles: My life is war. Is that what you think?
 * Odysseus: Am I wrong?
 * Achilles: A week ago you were right. But things are less simple today.
 * Odysseus: Women have a way of complicating things.
 * Achilles: Of all the kings of Greece, I respect you most. But in this war you're a servant. And I refuse to be a servant any longer.
 * Odysseus: Sometimes you need to serve in order to lead. I hope you understand that one day.

 * Agamemnon: They're laughing at me in Troy, drunk with victory! They think I'll sail home at first light.
 * Odysseus: Maybe we should.
 * Agamemnon: Flee?! Like a whipped dog?!
 * Odysseus: The men believe we came here for Menelaus' wife. Won't be needing her anymore.
 * Agamemnon: My brother's blood still wets the sand, and you insult him?!
 * Odysseus: It's no insult to say a dead man is dead.
 * Nestor: If we leave now, we lose all credibility. If the Trojans can beat us so easily, how long before the Hittites invade?
 * Odysseus: If we stay, we stay here for the right reasons: to protect Greece, not your pride. Your private battle with Achilles is destroying us.
 * Agamemnon: Achilles is one man!
 * Odysseus: Hector is one man! Look what he did to us today!
 * Agamemnon: Hector fights for his country! Achilles fights only for himself!
 * Odysseus: I don't care about the man's allegiance, I care about his ability to win battles!
 * Nestor: He's right. The men's morale is weak.
 * Agamemnon: Well, even if I could make peace with Achilles, the man won't listen to me! He's as likely to spear me as to speak to me!
 * Odysseus: I'll talk to him.
 * Nestor: He'll want the girl back.
 * Agamemnon: He can have the damn girl. [Odysseus and Nestor look at him] I haven't touched her.
 * Odysseus: Where is she?
 * Agamemnon: I gave her to the men. They need some amusement after today.

 * Achilles: I told you how to fight, but I never told you why to fight.
 * Patroclus: I fight for you!
 * Achilles: Who will you fight for when I'm gone? Soldiers fight for kings they've never even met. They do what they're told to do. They die when they're told to die.
 * Patroclus: Soldiers obey.
 * Achilles: Don't waste your life following some fool's orders.

 * Hector: I've seen this moment in my dreams. I'll make a pact with you. With the gods as our witnesses, let us pledge that the winner will allow the loser all the proper funeral rituals.
 * Achilles: There are no pacts between lions and men. [stabs spear into ground, and takes off helmet, throwing it to the side] Now you know who you're fighting.
 * Hector: [takes off helmet and throws it aside] I thought it was you I was fighting yesterday - and I wish it had been you. But I gave the dead boy the honor he deserved.
 * Achilles: You gave him the honor of your sword. You won't have eyes tonight; you won't have ears or a tongue. You will wander the underworld blind, deaf, and dumb, and all the dead will know: This is Hector. The fool who thought he killed Achilles.

 * Achilles: Who are you?
 * Priam: [with tears in his eyes] I have endured what no one on earth has endured before. I kissed the hands of the man who killed my son.
 * Achilles: [realizes who his is, stands abruptly] Priam? How did you get in here?
 * Priam: I know my country better than the Greeks, I think.
 * Achilles: [walks forward, lifts Priam] You are a brave man. I could have your head on a spit in the blink of an eye.
 * Priam: Do you really think death frightens me now? I watched my eldest son die, watched you drag his body behind your chariot. Give him back to me. He deserves the honor of a proper burial, you know that. Give him to me.
 * Achilles: He killed my cousin.
 * Priam: He thought it was you. How many cousins have you killed? How many sons and fathers and brothers and husbands? How many, brave Achilles? I knew your father. He died before his time. But he was lucky not to live long enough to see his son fall. You've taken everything from me. My eldest son, heir to my throne, defender of my kingdom. I can't change what happened, it is the will of the gods. But give me this small mercy. I loved my boy from the moment he opened his eyes till the moment you closed them. Let me wash his body. Let me say the prayers. Let me place two coins on his eyes for the boatman.
 * Achilles: [visibly moved] If I let you walk out of here, if I let you take him, it doesn't change anything. You're still my enemy in the morning.
 * Priam: You're still my enemy tonight. But even enemies can show respect.

 * Agamemnon: Achilles makes a secret pact, and I have to honor it? What treason is this?! Consorting with the enemy king, giving him twelve days of peace! Peace, peace! Their prince is dead, their army is leaderless; this is the time to attack!
 * Nestor: Even with Hector gone, we have no way to breach their walls. They can wait ten years for us to leave.
 * Agamemnon: I will smash their walls to the ground, if it costs me 40,000 Greeks. Hear me, Zeus! I will smash their walls to the ground!
 * [The other Greek kings in the tent with Agamemnon look at each other nervously.]

 * [As the other Trojans celebrate around the Greeks' wooden horse]
 * Paris: Look at them. You'd think their prince had never died.
 * Helen: You are their prince now. Make your brother proud.

Taglines

 * For Honor
 * For Victory
 * For Love
 * For Destiny
 * For Passion
 * For Troy
 * [from TV spot] A love that was forbidden. A battle that was legend. A story that will live forever.
 * [from TV spot] If love is worth fighting for, it has known no greater battle than this...

Cast

 * Brad Pitt — Achilles
 * Eric Bana — Hector
 * Orlando Bloom — Paris
 * Diane Kruger — Helen
 * Rose Byrne — Briseis
 * Brian Cox — Agamemnon
 * Peter O'Toole — Priam
 * Brendan Gleeson — Menelaus
 * Saffron Burrows — Andromache
 * Julian Glover — Triopas
 * John Shrapnel — Nestor
 * Sean Bean — Odysseus
 * Garrett Hedlund — Patroclus
 * Tyler Mane — Ajax
 * Vincent Regan — Eudorus
 * Julie Christie — Thetis
 * James Cosmo — Glaucus

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Darby Conley (born June 15, 1970) is an American cartoonist and author of the comic-strip Get Fuzzy.

Quotes

 * There are two kinds of cartoonists in the world today—those who started out by ripping off The Far Side, and those who won't admit that they've ever ripped off The Far Side, probably because they're still doing it (some people rip off Calvin and Hobbes or Bloom County, of course, but they all started by ripping off The Far Side).
 * Groovitude, page v (preface)

Bucky Katt

 * Ethics are so annoying. I avoid them on principle.
 * Daily strip for August 15, 2007

 * Ahhhh... Satchel, my boy, there's nothin' like a tuna smoothie on a hot summer day...
 * Groovitude, page 163 and daily strip for August 26, 2000

 * A bad writer is just a good writer with writer's block.
 * Daily strip for December 11, 2004

 * Robert, you are so wrong, philosophers weep at the sound of your voice.
 * Sunday strip for November 16, 2003

 * Thank you, o can opener, for this can which you are about to open. You are truly a beautiful can opener, and though I am not worthy of you, I love you.
 * Groovitude, page 217 and daily strip for December 26, 2000

 * Is that drooling problem you have due to genetic inbreeding, or are you just really attracted to me? (Example 1 of why Bucky isn't allowed out in public)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 96 and daily strip for October 23, 2001

 * You may think you're not pretty enough for me, but I bet I'm pretty enough for the both of us. (Example 4 of why Bucky isn't allowed out in public)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 97 and daily strip for October 26, 2001

 * It is true that you may fool all the people some of the time, you can fool some of the people all the time, but you can not fool all of the people all the time... Dogs, on the other hand, with them all you need to do is flick your wrist and they run off looking for some stupid tennis ball. (Famous cat quotes)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 114 and daily strip for December 10, 2001

 * Friends... Romans... Countrymen... leave me alone. (Famous cat quotes)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 114 and daily strip for December 11, 2001

 * Two slugs slithered on a yellow wood, And sorry that I could not trample both, Being one trampler, long I stood And looked them down as fierce as I could To where they sat in the undergrowth... I will be telling this with a sigh Somewhere sitting upon a fence: Two slugs slithered on a yellow wood And I-- I ate the slug less trampled by, And that has made all the difference. (Famous cat quotes)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 114 and daily strip for December 12, 2001

 * I regret that you have but one pie to give for my tummy. (Famous cat quotes)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 115 and daily strip for December 14, 2001

 * Do not go gentle into that cold bath! (Famous cat quotes)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 130 and daily strip for January 12, 2002

 * Robert, after spending 48 hours with this fish, we have transcended the conventional "food-to-consumer" relationship. This fish is now my friend.
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 129 and daily strip for January 9, 2002

 * Ohhh, get 'im off me, Satchel!
 * LoserPalooza, page 1 and Sunday strip for November 10, 2002

 * You can wordify anything if you just verb it.
 * LoserPalooza and Sunday strip for April 27, 2003

 * OK, monkey, it's just you and me... I'll give you time to pray to your big, filthy monkey god before I food you.
 * LoserPalooza and daily strip for July 28, 2003

 * I call this "Ode to a Pigeon": Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, You lookin' at me? You lookin' at me?!
 * LoserPalooza and daily strip for July 14, 2003

 * I think... therefore I am annoyed.
 * Daily strip for November 17, 2007

Satchel Pooch

 * This is the line for the hydrant, right?
 * Groovitude, page 235 and daily strip for February 7, 2001

 * Holy cow! You were totally right-- whipped cream rocks!
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 61 and daily strip for August 2, 2001

 * Oh-ho-ho-man! I could sit here and smell this pole all day, I kid you not! (Example 1 of why Satchel isn't allowed outside)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 124 and daily strip for November 27, 2001

 * Ohhh, your real name is "Brad"?! I only knew you by what Rob calls you around the house: "big dumb *#%$". (Example 2 of why Satchel isn't allowed outside)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 124 and daily strip for November 28, 2001

 * Do I live here? ...if not, would you still feed me? (Example 3 of why Satchel isn't allowed outside)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 125 and daily strip for November 29, 2001

 * Is that food? ...that looks like food... I think I'll taste it. (Example 5 of why Satchel isn't allowed outside)
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 125 and daily strip for December 1, 2001

 * He's an FBI Bomb Dog!!! Do you know how cool that is?! That's the people equivalent of like if Paul Newman was a fire-fighting, baby-kissing rock square!
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 147 and daily strip for February 27, 2002

 * Now you listen to me, you little party favor, I'm sick of your rotten attitude! I let you call me names and push me around because I consider you my friend, but I'm sure that if I wanted to, I could throw you around like a chew toy!!!
 * LoserPalooza, page 2 and daily strip for November 19, 2002

Rob Wilco

 * Oh, Bucky... You're so tiny, yet you're such a massive nutjob...
 * Groovitude, page 196 and daily strip for November 6, 2000

Joe Doman

 * I tell ya, man, your cat is officially out of control. He really gives new meaning to the term tempest in a teapot.
 * Daily strip for July 19, 2002

Dialogue

 * Bucky: "The last time I cooked you complained."
 * Rob: "Setting a bologna sandwitch on fire is not 'cooking'."
 * Satchel: "It was pretty good, though."
 * Groovitude, page 166 and daily strip for September 1, 2000

 * Bucky: "Hello, caller, do you have an interior decorating problem I can help you with?"
 * Caller: "Uh... Yeah, I have a spare cabinet door that I can't use, but I don't want to throw it away..."
 * Bucky: "Mm-hm, mm-hm. I would paint it gold, hammer some legs on it, and call it a coffee table."
 * Caller: "Well... I guess I could do that... It's got a busted hinge on it, though..."
 * Bucky:"Oh, broken hinges are very "collectible" right now. Paint it gold, hang it on the wall, and tell people how great it is before they can form their own opinion on it."
 * Groovitude, page 172 and daily strip for September 11, 2000

 * Rob: "Bucky Katt! you just broke every light bulb in the house! Where are you going to do now?"
 * Bucky: "I'm going to Disney World!"
 * Groovitude, page 190 and daily strip for October 23, 2000

 * Rob: "So... You're saying that you're not going to let a dead fish outsmart you."
 * Bucky: "Not if I can help it."
 * Groovitude, page 218 and daily strip for December 29, 2000

 * Rob: "I got 20 bucks that says you can't finish that."
 * Bucky: "Listen, I'm not intimidated by you or your freakish talking money."
 * Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun, page 15 and daily strip for April 9, 2001

 * Bucky: "So I was watching TV today, and there was the most stupidest show on."
 * Rob: "You don't say. Offended you, did it?"
 * Bucky: "Yes... Yes. "Offended." That's exactly what it did.  It said we evolved from monkeys!  Well, lemme tell ya something, Bucky Katt don't come from no monkey!"
 * Rob: "No. No you didn't.  Cats actually come from a tiny, less developed, rat-like creature."
 * Bucky: "Wha... Hu... Fe... Shu..."
 * Satchel: "Ohhhh-ho-ho! Burn! Look out! Cat on fire! Uncle monkey's lookin' pretty good now, eh, Ratboy? Ha Ha Ha!"
 * Sunday strip for June 23, 2002

 * Satchel: "Oops. I got some drool on myself... And the rug... And hey, I wonder what that dried food in my fur was."
 * Bucky: "Don't you ever get tired of being a dog?"
 * Daily strip for March 12, 2001

 * Joe Doman: "I mean, without that fang, he's like an upside-down wedge-bot on battlebots... He's got nothin'..."
 * Rob Wilco: "Good analogy, dude!"
 * Daily strip from June 7, 2002

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Richard McKenna

Richard Milton McKenna (9 May 1913 – 1 November 1964) was an American sailor and writer, most famous for his one completed novel,  The Sand Pebbles, which was published in 1963.

Quotes

 * My early book learning came to me as naturally as the seasons in … the little town in which I grew up. … Quite early I began to find a special charm in an unpeopled world … of lava rock and sagebrush desert. … I was often more purely happy at such times than I think I have ever been since.
 * Statement made in 1962, as quoted in the Boise Weekly Vol. 7, No. 39 (8 April 1999)

The Sand Pebbles (1962)

 * "Hello, ship," Jake Holman said under his breath. The ship was asleep and did not hear him.
 * Ch. 1

 * Jake Holman knew he was a strange bird and he was used to going aboard new ships. By the time they realized they were in a struggle Jake Holman would already have made for himself the place he wanted on their ship and they could never dislodge him. Or wish to.
 * Ch. 1

 * "Tomorrow we begin our summer cruising to show the flag on Tungting lake and the Hunan rivers," he said. "At home in America, when today reaches them, it will be Flag Day. They will gather to do honor and hear speeches. For us who wear the uniform, every day is Flag Day. We pay our honor in act and feeling and we have little need of words. But on this one day it will not hurt us to grasp briefly in words the meaning of our flag. That is what I want to talk about this morning. "Our flag is the symbol of America. I want you to grasp what America really is," Lt. Collins said, nodding for emphasis. "It is more than marks on a map. It is more than buildings and land. America is a living structure of human lives, of all the American lives that ever were and ever will be. We in San Pablo are collectively only a tiny, momentary bit of that structure. How can we, standing here, grasp the whole of America?" He made a grasping motion. "Think now of a great cable," he said, and made a circle with his arms. "The cable has no natural limiting length. It can be spun out forever. We can unlay it into ropes, and the ropes, into strands, and the strands into yarns, and none of them have any natural ending. But now let us pull a yarn apart into single fibers —" he made plucking motions with his fingers " — and each man of us can find himself. Each fiber is a tiny, flat, yellowish thing, a foot or a yard long by nature. One American life from birth to death is like a single fiber. Each one is spun into the yarn of a family and the strand of a home town and the rope of a home state. The states are spun into the great, unending, unbreakable cable that is America." His voice deepened on the last words. He paused, to let them think about it. ... "No man, not even President Coolidge, can experience the whole of America directly," Lt. Collins resumed. "We can only feel it when the strain comes on, the terrible strain of hauling our history into a stormy future. Then the cable springs taut and vibrant. It thins and groans as the water squeezes out and all the fibers press each to each in iron hardness. Even then, we know only the fibers that press against us. But there is another way to know America." He paused for a deep breath. The ranks were very quiet. "We can know America through our flag which is its symbol," he said quietly. "In our flag the barriers of time and space vanish. All America that ever was and ever will be lives every moment in our flag. Wherever in the world two or three of us stand together under our flag, all America is there. When we stand proudly and salute our flag, that is what we know wordlessly in the passing moment. ... "Understand that our flag is not the cloth but the pattern of form and color manifested in the cloth," Lt. Collins was saying. "It could have been any pattern once, but our fathers chose that one. History has made it sacred. The honor paid it in uncounted acts of individual reverence has made it live. Every morning in American schoolrooms children present their hearts to our flag. Every morning and evening we render it our military salutes. And so the pattern lives and it can manifest itself in any number of bits of perishable cloth, but the pattern is indestructible."
 * Ch. 5; speech of Lt. Collins, the commander of the San Pablo to his crew at the start of summer cruising on the Yangtze River

 * Civilians are only morally bound to salute our flag. We are legally bound. All Americans are morally bound to die for our flag, if called upon. Only we are legally bound. Only we live our lives in a day to day readiness for that sacrifice. We have sworn our oaths and cut our ties. We have given up wealth and home life, except as San Pablo is our home. It marks us. It sets us apart. We are uncomfortable reminders, in time of peace. Those of you who served in the last war know what I mean.
 * Ch. 5; speech of Lt. Collins

 * It is said there will be no more war. We must pretend to believe that. But when war comes, it is we who will take the first shock and buy time with our lives. It is we who keep the faith. We are not honored for it. We are called mercenaries on the outposts of empire. … We serve the flag. The trade we follow is the give and take of death. It is for that purpose the American people maintain us. Any one of us who believes he has a job like any other, for which he draws a money wage, is a thief of the food he eats and a trespasser in the bunk in which he lies down to sleep!
 * Ch. 5; speech of Lt. Collins

[Eckhart flees with Brownson and Crosley to the San Pablo]
 * He had a light in his gaunt face and his voice and manner were strangely solemn. The were all a bit afraid of him. … "We're mixing our lives together, Maily, and we'll never be able to unmix them again, and we'll never want to." His voice was strong but tender, and he was smiling down at here. "I take you for what you are, and all that you are, and mix you with all of me, and I don't hold back nothing. Nothing! When you're cold, and hungry, and afraid, so am I. When you're happy, so am I. I'm going to stay with you all that I can, take the very best care of you that I can, and love you every minute until I die." He took a deep, slow breath. "Now you say it" "I will always love you and honor you and serve you, Frenchy, and stay as near to you as I can, and do everything for you, and live for you, and I won't have any life except our life together…" Tears welled out of her eyes but she smiled steadily up without blinking. "I will just love you, Frenchy, all of me there is just loving you forever."
 * Ch. 19; marriage ceremony of Maily and Frenchy
 * Collins killed trying to give Cover fire. Holomon throws his rifle to Bronson and picks up the BAR next to Collins body:
 * Croskley:'Jake For Gods' sake...
 * Holman:" Get her out of Here...if they catch her you know what they are going to do her.." [To:Sherley Eckart] Dont Worry I'll be along...Holman shoots about 8 soldiers trying to invade the mission. He is only a few feet from catching up with the others when he is struck by a bullet.
 * Holman:''' "I was home. What happened. What the hell happened?" {Second bullet kills him.

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according to http://www.admiroutes.asso.fr/larevue/2005/61/serendipite.htm and the following extract in French. It is said that in his manuscript Pasteur wrote des esprits préparés -> prepared minds instead of les esprits préparés -> the prepared mind and the mistake seems to result of an error during the printing... but the current version the prepared mind is still much more famous

Une remarque - dont la citation a été souvent erronée - sur le rôle du hasard a été faite par le chimiste Louis Pasteur dans son discours d'introduction de doyen de la nouvelle Faculté des Sciences à Lille en 1854 :

C'était dans cette mémorable année 1822. Ørsted, physicien Suédois [Danois], tenait en mains un fils de cuivre réuni par ses extrémités aux deux pôles d'une pile de Volta. Sur sa table se trouvait une aiguille aimantée placée sur son pivot, et tout à coup il vit, (par hasard diriez- vous peut-être, mais souvenez-vous que, dans les sciences d'observation le hasard ne favorise que des esprits préparés) il vit tout à coup l'aiguille se mouvoir et prendre une position très différente de celle que lui assigne le magnétisme terrestre. Un fil traversé par un courant électrique fait dévier de sa position une aiguille aimantée. Voila, messieurs, la naissance du télégraphe actuel.

''Dans son manuscrit, Pasteur écrivit 'des esprits préparés'. Au lieu de cela, fut mprimé 'les esprits préparés', comme Mirko Grmek le remarqua par la suite. Au-dessus d'une porte de la Harvard Medical School, on lit d'ailleurs la citation Chance favors only the prepared mind (Le hasard ne favorise qu'un esprit préparé).''

Wayne Dyer
I find
 * Let me tell you the secret that has lead me to my goal. My strength lies solely in my tenacity.
 * As quoted in There's a Spiritual Solution to Every Problem (2001) by Wayne W. Dyer

But this has Dyer's or a Wikiquotidian's error in it: while "lead" has a pronounciation that makes the quote sound accurate, the sense of "[to] guide or precede" has "lead" (pron. leed) as present tense and "led" as past and past perfect tenses. Clearly in some sense this should read "...has led me...". This entry requires research as to whether it is the Dyer work or its contributor that has made either a spelling error or a typo. --Jerzy•t 15:05, 10 April 2007 (UTC)
 * On an Amazon.com book search, it appears in Dyer's book as "led" (p. 226). I'll make the correction. - InvisibleSun 15:27, 10 April 2007 (UTC)

Contradiction
Wikipedia(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Pasteur#Faith_and_spirituality) says the quote about Breton peasants is apocryphal, and Wikiquote gives it with a link to dubious religious propagandistic book.
 * There was no link provided, there was a source of a quote cited. This new info has been added to the comments, and the quote has now been moved to the "Disputed" section of the page:
 * There was no link provided, there was a source of a quote cited. This new info has been added to the comments, and the quote has now been moved to the "Disputed" section of the page:

 * The more I know, the more nearly is my faith that of the Breton peasant. Could I but know all I would have the faith of a Breton peasant woman.
 * As quoted in "Louis Pasteur" in The Catholic Encyclopedia (1913)
 * Variant: I have the faith of a Breton peasant and by the time I die I hope to have the faith of a Breton peasant's wife.
 * As quoted in Letter to an Atheist (2007) by Michael Patrick Leahy, p. 61
 * His descendents, Louis-Pasteur Vallery-Radot, and Maurice Vallery-Radot disputed the authenticity of such statements. According to Maurice Vallery-Radot (Pasteur, 1994, p. 378), the attributed assertion first appeared in the Semaine religieuse .... du diocèse de Versailles (6 October 1895), p. 153, shortly after the death of Pasteur.

 * There is not enough detail provided in the immediately available sources of the reasons why they dispute this to move it clearly into the "Misattributed" section at this time. ~ Kalki (talk · contributions) 19:26, 20 March 2010 (UTC)

Louis Pasteur on Evolution
This quote should be added.

"Virulence appears in a new light which cannot but be alarming to humanity; unless nature, in her evolution down the ages (an evolution which, as we now know, has been going on for millions, nay, hundreds of millions of years), has finally exhausted all the possibilities of producing virulent or contagious diseases -- which does not seem very likely."

Source: Cuny, Hilaire. 1965. Louis Pasteur: The man and his theories. Translated by P. Evans. London: The Scientific Book Club.

Last words
Just debunking some pseudo-science

Philosophy in a bottle of wine
The quotation "There is more philosophy in a bottle of wine than in all the books of the world" seems a very doubtful attribution. I don't doubt that it's found in some mammoth book of zingers but I would not count that as a reliable source. If he said it surely it would be found in his writings or an early biography. The earliest I could find it is from a 1977 Italian book where it is given in French as "Il y a plus de philosophie dans une bouteille de vin que dans tous les livres" and attributed to Pasteur.

 * I found another reference form the article L'Institut Pasteur vu par un gastronome from Jacqueline BROSSOLLET* "... J'ai mis en bouteille du 1834 acheté tout exprès pour boire à l'honneur de l'Ecole Normale et cela pour tes premières vacances. Il y a de l'esprit au fond de ces cent litres, plus que dans tous les livres de philosophie du monde". One firts attempt of traduction is the following (please improve it):
 * "...I bottled a 1834 bought on purpose in order to drink a toast to Ecole Normale and this for your first vacations. There is spirit at the bottom of those one hundred liters, more than in every book of philosophy of the world".
 * The quote is said to be taken from a not well known text of Edouard de Pomiane. The article of Jacqueline BROSSOLLET explains the interpretation given by Edouard de Pomiane about this quote. The bottom of the wine is where Pasteur found Tartaric acid, which led him to establish that rotation of polarization of light is a consequence the type of chirality of the molecule. This interpretation should be studied a bit more, I'm not yet sufficiently sharp on Pasteur's works to be firm on what could a correct interpretation of this quote.Manouchk (talk) 01:57, 31 January 2018 (UTC)

A science...
Hi, "A science is as mature as its measurement tools." Pasteur or not? Used by sources ~Post-1980, e.g. Books, Articles, etc.--17387349L8764 (talk) 22:00, 24 February 2021 (UTC)

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