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Tom Fury: Some folks draw lightning to 'em as a cat sucks in a baby's breath.
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Charles Halloway: A father should be able to play baseball with his son.
Mrs. Halloway: Baseball's not necessary, not with a heart like yours, he'll forgive you that.
Mrs. Halloway: Baseball's not necessary, not with a heart like yours, he'll forgive you that.
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Charles Halloway: I, uh, have the honor, sir.
Mr. Dark: And have had for many years, I do believe. All that time spent living only through other men's lives. Dreaming only other men's dreams. What a waste.
Charles Halloway: Sometimes a man can learn more from other men's dreams than he can from his own. Come visit me, sir, if you wish to improve your education.
Mr. Dark: I will, and I may improve yours.
Mr. Dark: And have had for many years, I do believe. All that time spent living only through other men's lives. Dreaming only other men's dreams. What a waste.
Charles Halloway: Sometimes a man can learn more from other men's dreams than he can from his own. Come visit me, sir, if you wish to improve your education.
Mr. Dark: I will, and I may improve yours.
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Will Halloway: If you're a good person, then demons can't harm you, can they? Am I? Am I a good person?
Charles Halloway: Well, I wouldn't count on your mother's answer right now, but I think you are.
Charles Halloway: Well, I wouldn't count on your mother's answer right now, but I think you are.
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[Clenching his fists until his hands bleed] I do want to know the truth, sir. The truth is, you are lying!
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[quoting Shakespeare's Macbeth] By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
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[to Charles Holloway] Your torments call us like dogs in the night. And we do feed, and feed well. To stuff ourselves on other people's torments. And butter our plain bread with delicious pain... "Funerals, marriages, lost loves, lonely beds" that is our diet. We suck that misery and find it sweet. We can smell the young ulcerating to be men a thousand miles off. And hear a middle-aged fool like yourself groaning with midnight despairs from halfway round the world.
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[to Mr. Dark] Where do you come from? The dust. Where do you go to? The grave.
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[to Mrs. Nightshade] For God's sake, go home! The man meeting you here isn't your husband!
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[to Will and Jim] Boys, what the hell is going on?
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[to Will, who is crying] Tears, that's what they like! My God, how they like tears! Look, that's no way to save young Jim, Jump around, eh? Whoop and holler, Come on, look at me, eh? Look at me. I'm the great whooping crane. Whoop, whoop, whoop.
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Then rang the bells both loud and deep. God is not dead nor doth he sleep.