When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?
My father was a writer. You would've liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up...
Ahmed: I will avenge my friend. This is a holy thing for us, old man. You don't understand!
Ivo: Killing a sleeping man, when he is unconscious, is that a sacred thing too? I didn't know...
Ira Lowenstein: Great game, Jimmy. I especially liked that move in the seventh inning when you scratched your balls for an hour.
Jimmy Dugan: Well, anything worth doing is worth doing right...
Those films are already made, those books are already written. You have to look elsewhere, you have to find it for yourself...
He was an honest man, and he didn't deserve any of what happened to him...
