But monotony doesn’t make for painlessness.
I want to see you again tonight. But I’m willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.
Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of the stars to cross...
This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don’t touch me – oh, god!
You matter as much as the things that matter to you do.
But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.
Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering.
All salvation is temporary.
Because it’s kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.
There’s no reason whatsoever to drink eight glasses of water a day unless you, for whatever reason, particularly like the taste of water.
I’m not interested in dating a girl I’m not gonna marry.
Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you?
Eternity bids thee to forget.
I love you present tense.
You may be smart, but I’ve been smart longer.
You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.
That’s why those tapes we made are going to be so great one day, because they’ll tell stories that time has swallowed up or distorted or whatever.
What do you mean by meant? Given the final futility of our struggle, is the fleeting jolt of meaning that art gives us valuable? Or is it the only value passing time as comfortably as possible?
But you know what they say about Gutshot: the population never goes up and never goes down, because every time a woman gets pregnant, a man leaves town.
You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.