Hays Code Quotes

A film which followed the code of the Hays Office to the strictest letter might succeed in being a great work of art, but not in a world in which a Hays Office exists.

There may come times that you will regret not just dying when you had a chance.

Las personas somos complicadas. Hay mucho más en nuestro interior de lo que se percibe a simple vista.

To put it as simply as possible, I ate a god.

Sooner or later, they’ll realize that having one spider in the house kills a lot of the lesser insects.

Try not to let them scare you too much. But, don’t forget, that they are scary people.

Rather, Abigail is quite literally a stubborn, immortal lesbian – and she and her transgender faerie girlfriend will live together happily for ever and ever in perfect defiance of the Hays Code.

It’s kind of creepy how logical you are. Sure you aren’t part Vulcan?

Remember when being a villain was all about wild nights and brawls in the street?

I started out to be honest, with everything on the square. But a man can't fool with the Golden Rule in a crowd that won't play fair. You don't go down with a hard, short fall, you just sort of shuffle along. And loosen your load of the moral code, 'till you can't tell right from wrong.

After nearly half a century, it’s easy to forget that the Hays Code was not some outside limitation imposed by the government. It was a content standard imposed by motion picture companies voluntarily.

All of us, together, are the unlovable, the unreformable. We, the people, who are deemed incapable of existing alongside society. But, we did just that in the forming of this guild. We have done more than simply build a place to sleep and eat and plan elaborate heists. We have found a place that we, at long last, belong. All of you remember how important that feeling was the first time you truly experienced it here… This guild is more than just an organization and a council and various members. To me, from the beginning, this guild has been a family. It is a place for people like us, the ones who had no place of their own. We made it ourselves, carved out a space in the world that we could call home.

Thus the Guild of Villainous Reformation has three new apprentices.” Ivan resisted the urge to groan inwardly at the Guild’s full name. He always thought it sounded like cult, more than a gathering of like-minded people.

The Hays Code stated: “When right standards are consistently presented, the motion picture exercises the most powerful influences. It builds character, develops right ideals, inculcates correct principles, and all this in attractive story form. If motion pictures consistently hold up for admiration high types of characters and present stories that will affect lives for the better, they can become the most powerful force for the improvement of mankind.

I can really feel the love in this apprenticeship already,” Tory said. “You’re not dead yet. That’s about as loving as the Guild can get.

There are so many people on the fucking planet now, that’s all we are—lines of code on a hard drive. Take the lines away and we don’t exist, add to it and we’re really somebody.

greatest films ever made originate largely in the 1930s, 1940s, 1950s, and early 1960s—a period when Hollywood worked under the “heavy hand” of the Hays Production Code.

well, that was essentially getting onto death’s lap and grinding hard.

Perhaps a film which strictly and in all respects satisfied the code of the Hays Office might turn out a great work of art, but not in a world in which there is a Hays Office.

In other circumstances, Ivan might have offered him a job. Sadly, with a few notable meta exceptions, dead men didn’t code very well.

In case it has slipped your notice, the vast majority of your education has emphasized survival and not getting caught.” “I’d say you talked more about the code than anything else,” Tory pointed out. “What did you think I meant by survival,” Ivan countered.

Ivan, task handled, lowered his hand, pausing only to pop his knuckles. He turned to face his apprentice. He cleared his throat, and took one quick glance over his shoulder where the angry giant robot stormed across the desert, before addressing Tory. “That was satisfactory.

Tucked safely away from the exploits of major artists like Michelangelo and Leonardo, I preferred to study bit characters and forgotten painters who had names like Bembo or Cossa, nicknames like “messy Tom,” or “the squinter.” I studied duchies and courts, never empires. Courts were, after all, delightfully petty and fascinated by the most outlandish things—astrology, amulets, codes

The first of us who were set free weren’t the worst of the lot, though we were some of the most powerful. More than anything, I think we valued freedom and adventure over society’s regulations. Perhaps, in another time, we’d have been cowboys, or pirates, or settlers. Sadly, when you pair the kind of power we had with that spirit and youth, you often end up with criminals. But after being chained down, we saw that our kind needed some rules, even if they were only bare-bones, so that we could have that freedom we craved so dearly. In the course of it, we also realized that some metas would never be cowed by the threats of those chained by law. They would only respond to the thing they respected: power. In that way, the guild was founded to guide those of us who sought freedom and to contain those of us who sought destruction.” Tori

Rutherford arches his neck toward her outstretched hand. Freckles of light float across his patchy hindquarters. He licks the girl’s palm according to a code that he’s worked out: - - - -, which means that he is Rutherford Birchard Hayes, the nineteenth president of the United States of America, and that she should alert the local officials. “Ha-ha!” the girl laughs. “That tickles.

Where there is simplicity, there is sustainability. Donde hay simplicidad, hay sostenabilidad. A materialistic and self-absorbed world chasing after the so-called sustainable development goals is like a superobese dog chasing after its own tail. In a self-absorbed world sustainability is a myth. In a simple and gentle world sustainability is the norm. So let's forget about sustainability. Let's forget about sustainable development goals. These are all gimmick. I’ll tell you why. Sustainable development goals is actually the privileged lot's code for ‘let's screw this world with our narcissistic shenanigans, then we can make TV shows on us pretending to fix the world's problems that we continue to create with our lavish, self-centric lifestyle.’ It's not a global goal, it's a global scam, sold by the rich to the rich at the expense of everybody else - at the expense of the working people of planet earth. Am I being too harsh? Perhaps I am, but then again, this planet has never been the home of the human race, it has always been the home of the rich and privileged, while the rest of humanity slave their butt off, barely scraping by on hand-me-downs and leftovers. The privileged screw the world, then the privileged pretend to fix the world. What a joke! So instead of focusing on intellectual pomposities like sustainable development goals, the next time you indulge in a luxury, ask yourself, is it a luxury you really need – if not, how many lives you could lift with the resources spent on that particular luxury! Let me put it into perspective. One fancy apple watch could feed a family of four in the developing parts of the world for half a year. So, stop talking about sustainable development goals, and start practicing sustainable habits.

Tori offered. “But, and please don’t hate me for saying this, that was a different organization than the AHC. I’ve got no love for capes in my heart, either, but it’s not like it was when they did that to your grandfather.” “You know you’re talking about the same organization that has a member who flies around in a robotic Klansman’s outfit, right?

En fait, quand tu réunis tout ce que le code Hays interdit la nudité, les déviances sexuelles, l'homosexualité, la violence, l'immoralité, la vulgarité et que tu le mélanges à la Bible, ça fait un péplum.

En fait, quand tu réunis tout ce que le code Hays interdit: la nudité, les déviances sexuelles, l'homosexualité, la violence, l'immoralité, la vulgarité et que tu le mélanges à la Bible, ça fait un péplum.

Several of the recollections made him outwardly wince, but that was part of looking at one’s youth.

The aim of Romans 1 is not to teach a code of sexual ethics; nor is the passage a warning of God’s judgment against those who are guilty of particular sins. Rather, Paul is offering a diagnosis of the disordered human condition: he adduces the fact of widespread homosexual behavior as evidence that human beings are indeed in rebellion against their Creator. The fundamental human sin is the refusal to honor God and give God thanks (1:21); consequently, God’s wrath takes the form of letting human idolatry run its own self-destructive course. Homosexual activity, then, is not a provocation of “the wrath of God” (Rom. 1:18); rather, it is a consequence of God’s decision to “give up” rebellious creatures to follow their own futile thinking and desires.

a Navajo verb is conjugated not solely according to its subject, but also according to its object. The verb ending depends on which category the object belongs to: long (e.g., pipe, pencil), slender and flexible (e.g., snake, thong), granular (e.g., sugar, salt), bundled (e.g., hay), viscous (e.g., mud, feces) and many others. The verb will also incorporate adverbs, and will reflect whether or not the speaker has experienced what he or she is talking about, or whether it is hearsay. Consequently, a single verb can be equivalent to a whole sentence, making it virtually impossible for foreigners to disentangle its meaning.

General Hideki Tojo ordered that the Sen Jin Kun, the Imperial Army's Battle Ethics, be distributed to all officers and men both at home and abroad. This order made the unwritten code of the samurai as interpreted by the Japanese High Command the required conduct of all Japanese servicemen. It ordered Japanese troops to embrace death warmly for the sake of the emperor-god and of the nation

There are so many people on the fucking planet now, that’s all we are – lines of code on a hard drive. Take the lines away and we don’t exist; add to it and we’re really somebody.

To wrong a villain was to court death. To wrong a guild of them, well, that was essentially getting onto death’s lap and grinding hard.

The phrase ‘power corrupts’ is a trick. It’s an idiom that pretends to be a warning, when really it scares off the kind of people who should be in power while posing no threat to those who don’t fear corruption. I’ve always preferred ‘power reveals’ because it’s proven true in my experience. Give someone the ability to do anything, and you’ll get a good sense of what kind of world they want.

In a far-off world, history had been made. For the first time in all of the multiverse, someone had successfully killed a Lodestar.

I got shot in the face by a bunch of birds.” A sincere, contemplative look fell over Ivan’s face. “Do you mean you were hit by a large amount of birds, or a flock of them banded together to actually shoot some sort of tiny guns at you?

If anyone knew how to divert people’s attention, it was the villain known as Johnny Three Dicks.

And that’s why they call me Johnny Three Dicks, doll. No matter which way you try to come, you’re still fucked.

Speaking of which, how far out are we from the restaurant?” “Only another five minutes or so,” Stacey told her. “Five minutes? Sweet Jesus, someone hand me that bottle of champagne. I’m not going to survive if I have to wait an entire five minutes.” Without waiting for anyone to actually comply with her request, Alexis reached over, grabbed the neck of the open bottle, and gleefully sipped down the remainder of the sparkling wine. “Nice to know this won’t be different than any of our other girls’ night outs,” Stacey chuckled under her breath.

Cotton candy. The birds were exploding into cotton candy, which was now coating the street like a sugary snowstorm. It was bizarre, nonsensical, and disturbing on multiple levels. Only the younger people in attendance actually needed that signature line at the beginning. The rest had been around long enough to know a Captain Bullshit production when they saw one.

The higher-ups were definitely going to want to know that Captain Bullshit was active again.

You remember Captain Bullshit’s warning:

Moderna plugs a small piece of coronavirus genetic code into human cells, altering DNA

For a brief five years, between the establishment of the sound movie industry and the 1934 enforcement of the Hays Code, there were no morality guidelines, and moviemakers took full advantage. Dozens of movies were made, often with overtly sexual themes and often with women in roles that acknowledged their sexuality and their ambition.

Tolerance, according to the old lady’s code, was the fruit of charity-Eva’s tolerance was the fruit of indifference.

has put forth the possibility that Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia (AS) was murdered to stage a liberal takeover of the Supreme Court (SC). 187 is the California penal code section for homicide. There was no autopsy performed after Scalia was found dead.

Seibel: What's your desert-island list of books for programmers? Peyton Jones: Well, you should definitely read Jon Bentley's Programming Pearls. Speaking of pearls, Brian Hayes has a lovely chapter in this book Beautiful Code entitled, “Writing Programs for ‘The Book’” where I think by “The Book” he means a program that will have eternal beauty. You've got two points and a third point and you have to find which side of the line between the two points this third point is on. And several solutions don't work very well. But then there's a very simple solution that just does it right. Of course, Don Knuth's series, The Art of Computer Programming. I don't think it was ever anything I read straight through; it's not that kind of book. I certainly referred to it a lot at one stage. Chris Okasaki's book Purely Functional Data Structures. Fantastic. It's like Arthur Norman's course only spread out to a whole book. It's about how you can do queues and lookup tables and heaps without any side effects but with good complexity bounds. Really, really nice book. Everyone should read this. It's also quite short and accessible as well. Structure and Interpretation of Computer Programs. Abelson and Sussman. I loved that. And Compiling with Continuations, Andrew Appel's book about how to compile a functional program using continuation passing style. Also wonderful. Books that were important to me but I haven't read for a long time: A Discipline of Programming by Dijkstra. Dijkstra is very careful about writing beautiful programs. These ones are completely imperative but they have the “Hoare property” of rather than having no obvious bugs they obviously have no bugs. And it gives very nice, elegant reasoning to reason about it. That's a book that introduced me for the first time to reasoning about programs in a pretty watertight way. Another book that at the time made a huge impression on me was Per Brinch Hansen's book about writing concurrent operating systems. I read it lots of times.

This meant hiring brilliant, often very moral writers to produce fluffy, witty, or charming dialogue and good drama that did not run afoul of the new Motion Picture Production Code, popularly known as the “Hays Code” for its creator, Will Hays. Under these highly moral guidelines, Hollywood entered its “golden era” from 1934 until the 1960s.

I’m going to tell you something right now that you may not believe, but is 100% true: There is no law in existence anywhere in the IRS tax code or elsewhere that says you have to pay income tax to the Federal Government of the United States of America. The income tax is a completely voluntary tax, but you are led

So, why didn't you? There's bound to be some gadget in your computer that would have let you get out of there." This was a question Tori had been burning to ask ever since Donald decided to stay behind in spite of being able to run. She didn't understand it, simply couldn't fathom why he'd lay down his life like that. Fighting for friends and family was one thing, but they could have evacuated with the rest of the club.

It was in August, 1940, that the United States broke the Japanese "purple" war-time code. This gave the American government the ability to read and understand all of their recoverable war-time messages. Machines were manufactured to de-code Japan's messages, and they were sent all over the world…..but none were sent to Pearl

Hollywood’s motives in marketing sex may have been cynical—Hollywood’s motives always are. But in providing audiences with sophisticated fare, it was also responding to real cultural changes that had happened within American society. Hollywood was a few years behind the trend, of course, but that’s nothing new. Don’t forget, this is the same industry that for seventy years has made wonderful, passionate, stirring anti-war movies six or seven years after every war, never during one.

Do you want the five minutes of me condensing complex concepts into techno-jargon, or can you just trust that I know what I’m doing?

Que no eches balones fuera y mires por dentro, que solo hay una cosa peor que llegar tarde, y es no llegar nunca.

Between having a cluster of Starscouts to prepare for next week and a clandestine organization of criminals reopening that weekend, Ivan was swamped.

Instead of injecting an antigen & adjuvant as with traditional vaccines, Moderna plugs a small piece of coronavirus genetic code into human cells, altering DNA throughout the human body and reprograming our cells to produce antibodies to fight the virus. MRNA vaccines are a form

Dark Winter” was the code name for a senior-level bio-terrorist attack drill causing a nationwide smallpox pandemic that was conducted on June 22–23, 2001.

I’m going to tell you something right now that you may not believe, but is 100% true: There is no law in existence anywhere in the IRS tax code or elsewhere that says you have to pay income tax to the Federal Government of the United States of America.  The income tax is a completely voluntary tax, but you are led to believe that it is mandatory. A mandatory, graduated income tax completely violates the Constitution.  What our Constitution mandates is that all personal taxes collected by the government must be apportioned, which in a nutshell means equally collected and equally distributed back to the people. Not only is there no law requiring

Even monsters had the right to protect their home.

The Sonnets: XLI banging around in a cigarette she isn’t “in love” my dream a drink with Ira Hayes we discuss the code of the west my hands make love to my body when my arms are around you you never tell me your name and I am forced to write “belly” when I mean “love” Au revoir, scene! I waken, read, write long letters and wander restlessly when leaves are blowing my dream a crumpled horn in advance of the broken arm she murmurs of signs to her fingers weeps in the morning to waken so shackled with love Not me. I like to beat people up. My dream a white tree Ted Berrigan, The Sonnets (Penguin Books, 2000)

We’ve gotten wind of a confluence.” Apollo set the folder on Quorum’s desk. Quorum pulled the folder over and flicked it open with his free hand. “All magical, astrological and technological signs point to one striking within the next week or so,” Quorum said.

Like watches over like, as the saying goes.

Trying to shatter peace, even if it’s not one you agree with, is the work of the mad and the wicked.

Which brings me to a small historical footnote known as the Hays Code. For the longest time, American cinema had an informal code regarding queer characters: they were allowed on-screen, but only if they were eventually punished by the story in some way. Queer characters were not allowed to live happily ever after; at the very least, they were required to die tragically.

I suspect this will be the last. False concern for others is often the bigot’s final refuge, at least when patriotism is off the table.

As he and Avi compared notes on all that had transpired, Jacob found that though they grieved, they did not cry. They had lost everyone dear to them except each other. But fear was a tonic that somehow calmed their nerves and focused their minds. Soon they were deep inside Belgium and holed up in a barn behind a farmhouse, hiding in a loft under bales of hay. “So where exactly are we?” Jacob whispered as the sun began to rise. “Zellik,” Avi whispered back. “Where?” “A little village northwest of Brussels.” “How little?” “Don’t know—too small for us to go wandering around in daylight, that’s for certain.” “You know anybody here?” “One guy.” “Who?” “You’re about to find out. Come on. It’s time.” Avi climbed out of their hiding place and brushed himself off, then brushed pieces of straw off Jacob. Moving quickly and quietly, they sneaked to the side door of the barn, made sure the coast was clear, then sprinted for the farmhouse. When they reached a cellar door, Avi began knocking with some sort of a code.

No wonder the two got along: they were emotionally closed off peas in their sardonic little pod.