James O'barr Quotes

It can't rain all the time.

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm...

We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain.

So the crow spirals down through a collapsed dream and the only sound it makes in like a concave scream.

Life is just a dream on the way to death.

Sarah: "Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever...

It's not death if you refuse it... It is if you accept it.

Childhood is over when you know you’re gonna die.

Nothing is trivial.

When sorrow comes, they come not single spies, but in battalions. I've allies in heaven, Jack, i've commrades in hell...say hello for me...

Remember when you said "Mine?" and I said "Forever". You said "Only forver?" It's forever, now.

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of all children. Do you understand? Do you understand?

Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets.

Sometimes I dream of sleepiness, sometimes I feel like I'm alive.

Funboy: Pal, something is seriously wrong with you. The Crow: Atrocity has that effect on me.

Death, like virtue, has its degrees.

There are no boundries between good and evil where love is concerned.

I know why Jesus wept, motherfucker.

Life is lousy with hurt but it also shimmers with beauty.

Tonight, hell sends an angel bearing gifts...

Eric screams and screams and pounds his head against the wall until phantom fire trucks race across his vision. All he wants is pain. Pain and hate. Yes, hate. But never fear. Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets.

Pain? I know pain at the molecular level... It pulls at my atoms... Sings to me in an alphabet of fear... I am the boiling man... come to break the bones of your sins, meat puppet...

Shouldn't have looked, boy...

Here dwells a snake, one thousand miles long Coiled, one thousand miles deep Eyes like candy, it has eyes like candy Hard and blue, but soft as kittens feet Out of sight or in the element of light It could be a devil, it could be an angel With spiders inside a vision from hell Its spine is a vertical scream Slow as concrete, blurred as a dream Fueled by inertia, depth, radius, and velocity, Its soul--a twisted wreckage of despair and pain And the spiders inside are just praying for rain Killing time killing time And praying for rain One thousand miles deep

ICH BENDÜRFNES JESUS CHRISTUS HANGELENK MEIN GEBEIN WEINEN ODLAND, KRIEGSBIET, LEBENWEISE GESCHWINDIGKEIT, HALBMESSER, ABSTEIG GNAPENSTOB

Who ever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.

Hey gunslinger... nice shot.

It cannot rain all the time...

Tell them I'm coming, mr. Jones.

...the girl.. her name was Shelly...

Jesus Christ walks into a hotel... He hands the innkeeper three nails and he asks... Can you put me up for the night

Please...don't be afraid, Sherri. Someday all things will be fair and there will be wonderful surprises. I truly belive this.

It's not death if you refuse it... It is if you accept it.

I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! And if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death...

ANODYNE If I were an Angel I would cast away my wings and halo, forever Just to spend one more moment near you, To touch the soft white milk of your skin, To count every freckle on your nose, To feel the silky smooth drift of your hair over my face, To feel your breath hot on my mouth. I would forget the music of every sunrise To just once more hear you sigh, I would laugh in absolute joy at the irony Of the angel who gave away his divinity, for all eternity, To fell the warm glow of an earth-bound love, If just for one single moment. J O’Barr

He hears men's voices, shouts, so evil and grim he hears their names: Tin Tin, Fun Boy, T-Bird, Top Dollar and Tom Tom. The sounds sink into his heart like ice and brun in his head with a heat so intense it glows white.

Mira chico, aparta esa pistola. Las balas no me detienen, las navajas no me hieren... Mira...¡Mírame! Soy el error del piloto, soy la malformación del feto, soy el cromosoma aleatorio... soy la más completa y total locura... soy el miedo...

I know why Jesus wept Motherfucker