Asphyxiation, Simplified
25 October 2010 @ 01:37 pm
Lovely ladies, shine, bloom, be the cup-bearers of our dreams, with a smile make death enchanting, inspire us to write verses--but do not criticize them! -pg. 41 Act I, Scene 4

It is not a fine figure, it is my soul that I restrain as in a corset, and all covered with exploits, fastened on like ribbons... -pg. 45-46 Act I, Scene 4

Whoever knows her smile has known perfection. -pg. 54 Act I, Scene 4

Now--I shall be frantic and furious! I must have a whole army to put to flight! I have ten hearts; I have twenty arms; I am not content with slaying dwarfs. I must have giants! I must have giants! -pg. 57 Act 1, Scene 7

How quickly one can throw away one's heart. -pg. 77 Act II, Scene 6

But--to sing, to dream, to laugh, to pass along, to be alone, to be free, to have an accurate eye, a vibrating voice, to put my hat awry when I please, to fight for a yes or no--or to write a verse! To work without thought of glory or fortune on an imaginary journey to the moon! Never to write anything that does not proceed from the heart, and, moreover, to say modestly to myself, "My dear, be content with flowers, with fruits, even with leaves, if you gather them in your own garden!" Then if perchance a little success happens to come, not to be obliged to render any of it to Caesar, but keep the merit all myself,--in short, scorn to be the parasitic ivy even if I am neither an oak nor a linden,--not to climb very high perhaps, but to climb all alone! -pg. 86-87, Act II, Scene 8

To displease is my pleasure. I like to be hated. My dear, if you knew how much better it is to march under the exciting fire of angry eyes! -pg. 87 Act II, Scene 8

Lise loved warriors, and I loved poets. Mars ate the cakes which Apollo left. -pg. 97 Act III, Scene 1

A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish which longs to be confirmed, a rosy dot placed on the i inthe participle loving; it is a secret which takes the lips for the ear, a moment of infinity humming like a bee, a communion tasting of flowers, a way of breathing in a little of the heart and tasting a little of the soul with the edge of the lips! -pg. 113-114 Act III, Scene 8

What do you say? It is useless! I know it! But one does not fight with hope of success! No! no! It is a much finer thing when it is useless! What are all those? Are you a thousand? Ah! I recognize you, all my old enemies! Lying? Wait, wait! Ha! ha! the Compromises, Prejudices, Cowardice! Shall I make a compact? Never, never! Ah! There you are too, Folly! I know at last you will put me down; no matter: I fight! I fight! I fight! -pg. 184 Act V, Scene 6
 
 
 
Asphyxiation, Simplified
16 August 2010 @ 06:22 pm
'One always hurries towards happiness, Monsieur Danglars, because when one has suffered much, one is at pains to believe in it.' -pg. 32

'Oh, my Lord! On what slender threads do life and fortune hang...' -pg. 72

Dantès went through all the stages of misery endured by prisoners who are left entombed in prison. He started with pride, which is the product of hope and the knowledge of one's innocence. Then he came to doubt his own innocence, which did a great deal to justify the governor's ideas on mental derangement. Finally, he fell from the summit of his pride and prayed, not to God, but to men; God is the last refuge. Such unfortunates, who should begin with Our Lord, only come to trust in Him after exhausting all other sources of hope. -pg. 131

'One should not hide all one's treasure in a single place.' -pg. 159

Dantès followed him. His expression had returned to normal and his features were composed, but with a strength and firmness, as it were, that implied a settled resolve. The abbé looked closely at him.
‘I regret having helped you in your investigation and said what I did to you,’ he remarked.
‘Why is that?’ Dantès asked.
‘Because I have insinuated a feeling into your heart that was not previously there: the desire for revenge.’
Dantès smiled and said: ‘Let us change the subject.’ -pg. 167-68

'Learning does not make one learned: there are those who have knowledge and those who have understanding. The first requires memory, the second philosophy.' -pg. 168

'God wants Man, whom he has created and in whose heart he has so profoundly entrenched a love for life, to do all he can to preserve an existence that is sometimes so painful, but always so dear to him.' -pg. 190

'Do not be deceived: I am suffering less, because I have less strength in me to suffer. At your age, you have faith in life; it is a privilege of youth to believe and to hope.' -pg. 191

'Die! No, no!' he cried. 'It was not worth living so long, and suffering so much, to die now. Death was welcome previously, when I made a resolution to meet it, many years ago. But now it would truly be conceding too much to my miserable fate. No, I want to live, I want to struggle to the end. No, I want to recover the happiness that has been taken away from me.' -pg. 197

'Come now, be a man!' he thought. 'We are used to adversity; let's not be crushed by a mere disappointment, or else I shall have suffered for nothing. The heart breaks when it has swelled too much in the warm breath of hope, then finds itself enclosed in cold reality.' -pg. 230

'And now,' said the stranger, 'farewell, goodness, humanity, gratitude...Farewell all those feelings that nourish and illuminate the heart! I have taken the place of Providence to reward the good; now let the avenging God make way for me to punish the wrongdoer!'
At this, he gave a sign and, as if it had been waiting just for this to set sail, the yacht headed out to sea. -pg. 300

'Well, then, open your wings and fly into regions beyond the reach of men. Fear nothing. You are being watched over and if, like those of Icarus, your wings should melt into the sun, we are there to catch you.' -pg. 321

'You only have tomorrow.'
'Yes, agreed. But there are twenty-four hours in a day, sixty minutes in an hour and sixty seconds in a minute. A lot can be done in eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds.' -pg. 363

'I have heard it said that the dead have never done, in six thousand years, as much evil as the living do in a single day.' -pg. 523

'I have only two enemies: I shall not say two conquerors, because with persistence I can make them bow to my will: they are distance and time. The third and most awful is my condition as a mortal man. Only that can halt me on the path I have chosen before I have reached my appointed goal. Everything else is planned for. I have foreseen all those things that men call the vagaries of fate: ruin, change and chance. If some of them might injure me, none could defeat me. Unless I die, I shall always be what I am.' -pg. 554

'So let us hope, because it is so good and so sweet to hope.' -pg. 577

Every man has a passion gnawing away at the bottom of his heart, just as every fruit has its worm. -pg. 681

'The wickedness of men runs very deep,' said Villefort, 'since it is deeper than the kindess of God.' -pg. 742

'I do not think this is the moment to give way to sterile misery: that m ay be enough for those who want to suffer at their ease and have time to drink their own tears. There are people like that, and God will no doubt reward them in heaven for their resignation on earth; but anyone who has the will to fight will not lose precious time, but immediately strike back at that Fate which has dealt a blow.' -pg. 786

'Oh, God,' said Monte Cristo, your vengeance may sometimes be slow in coming, but I think that then it is all the more complete.' -pg. 926

Moral wounds have the peculiarity that they are invisible, but do not close: always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain tender and open in the heart. -pg. 952

'Senseless!' he said. 'The day when I resolved to take my revenge...senseless, not to have torn out my heart!' -pg. 986

'Alas, mother, there are people who have suffered greatly, and who did not die, but raised a new fortune on the ruins of all those promises of happiness that heaven had made to them, and on the debris of all the hopes that God had given them!' -pg. 1002

For hearts which have long suffered, happiness is like dew on soil parched by the sun: both heart and earth absorb this beneficial rain as it falls on them, and nothing appears on the surface. -pg. 1007

As for you, Morrel, this is the whole secret of my behaviour towards you: there is neither happiness nor misfortune in the world, there is merely the comparison between one state and another, nothing more. Only someone who has suffered the deepest misfortune is capable of experiencing the heights of felicity. Maximilien, you must needs have wished to die, to know how good it is to live. So, do live and be happy, children dear to my heart, and never forget that, until the day when God deigns to unveil the future to mankind, all human wisdom is contained within these two words: 'wait' and 'hope'! -pg. 1242-43
 
 
 
Asphyxiation, Simplified
16 August 2010 @ 12:26 am
PLAYER: Don't clap too loudly--it's a very old world. -pg. 23

GUIL: It was chance, then?
Player: Chance?
GUIL: You found us.
PLAYER: Oh yes.
GUIL: You were looking?
PLAYER: Oh no.
GUIL: Chance, then.
PLAYER: Or fate.
GUIL: Yours or ours?
PLAYER: It could hardly be one without the other.
GUIL: Fate, then. -pg. 25

GUIL: We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes wandered. -pg. 61

PLAYER: Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. -pg. 67

GUIL: Life in a box is better than no life at all. I expect. You'd have a chance at least. You could lie there thinking --well, at least I'm not dead! -pg. 71

ROS: We must be born with an intuition of morality. Before we know the words for it, before we know that there are words, out we come, bloodied and squalling with the knowledge that for all the compasses in the world, there's only one direction, and time is its only measure. -pg. 72

GUIL (tense, progressively rattled during the whole mime and commentary): You! What do you know about death?

PLAYER: It's what actors do best. They have to exploit whatever talent is given to them, and their talent is dying. They can die heroically, comically, ironically, slowly, suddenly, disgustingly, charmingly, or from a great height. My own talent is more general. I extract significance from melodrama, a significance which it does not in fact contain; but occasionally, from out of this matter, there escapes a thin beam of light that, seen at the right angle, can crack the shell of mortality. -pg. 83

PLAYER: Audiences know what to expect, and that is all that they are prepared to believe in. -pg. 84

GUIL: I like to know where I am. Even if I don't know where I am, I like to know that. If we go there's no knowing.
ROS: No knowing what?
GUIL: If we'll ever come back.
ROS: We don't want to come back.
GUIL: That may very well be true, but do we want to go?
ROS: We'll be free.
GUIL: I don't know. It's the same sky.
ROS: We've come this far.
He moves towards exit. GUIL follows him.
And besides, anything could happen yet.
They go. -pg. 95

GUIL: You had money in both hands.
ROS (embarrassed) : Yes.
GUIL: Every time?
ROS: Yes.
GUIL: What's the point of that?
ROS (pathetic) : I wanted to make you happy.
Beat. -pg. 103
 
 
 
Asphyxiation, Simplified
15 August 2010 @ 11:44 pm
We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to wither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops--which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair. -pg. 342

"Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness," he brooded. "And perhaps even Satan--Satan, in spite of himself--somehow serves to work out the will of God." - pg. 370

"You come to God and you have to figure if there is one, then he must need a million years' sleep every night or else he tends to get irritable. Know what I mean? He never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does lots of commercials." -pg. 400
 
 
 
Asphyxiation, Simplified
15 August 2010 @ 11:19 pm
"Everything has to evolve or else it perishes." -pg. 117
 
 
 
Asphyxiation, Simplified
04 June 2010 @ 01:19 pm
Peter was not quite like other boys; but he was afraid at last. A tremour ran through him, like a shudder passing over the sea; but on the sea one shudder follows another till there are hundreds of them, and Peter felt just the one. Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "To die will be an awfully big adventure." -pg. 123

But of course he cared very much; and he was so full of wrath against grown-ups, who, as usual, were spoiling everything, that as soon as he got inside his tree he breathed intentionally quick short breaths at the rate of about five to a second. He did this because there is a saying in the Neverland that, every time you breathe, a grown-up dies; and Peter was killing them off vindictively as fast as possible. -pg. 145-146

For long the two enemies looked at one another; Hook shuddering slightly, and Peter with the strange smile upon his face.
"So, Pan," said Hook at last, "this is all your doing."
"Ay, James Hook," came the stern answer, "it is all my doing."
"Proud and insolent youth," said Hook, "prepare to meet thy doom."
"Dark and sinister man," Peter answered, "have at thee." -pg. 194

"Now!" cried all the boys, but with a magnificent gesture Peter invited his opponent to pick up his sword. Hook did so instantly, but with a strange feeling that Peter was showing good form.
Hitherto he had thought it was some fiend fighting him, but darker suspicions assailed him now.
"Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily.
"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg."
This, of course, was nonsense; but it was proof to the unhappy Hook that Peter did not know in the least who or what he was, which is the very pinnacle of good form. -pg. 195-196