Mister Miracle Quotes

Mister Miracle: No one loves L.A. People just come here because they think they have to. Then they don't leave because they think they can't. Big Barda: Darling, please. After everything. Haven't you learned by now? That's all love is.

Jesper had no idea how to fill the silence that followed. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected from this meeting with his father, but a friendly exchange of pleasantries wasn’t it. Wylan cleared his throat. “Are you hungry, Mister Fahey?” “Starving,” Jesper’s father replied gratefully. Wylan gave Jesper a poke with his elbow. “Maybe we could take your father to lunch?” “Lunch,” Jesper said, repeating the word as if he’d just learned it. “Yes, lunch. Who doesn’t like lunch?” Lunch felt like a miracle. They’d eat. They’d talk. Maybe they’d drink. Please let them drink.

anti-life equation = loneliness + alienation + fear + despair + self-worth ÷ mockery ÷ condemnation ÷ misunderstanding × guilt × shame × failure × judgment n = y where y = hope and n = folly love = lies life = death self = dark side —Grant Morrison, Seven Soldiers: Mister Miracle #3

Okay I admit I thought this would be better. with a lot more stars at least. I had this whole plan where like the light of the stars would meet the light of the valley and there would be light everywhere. But where are the stars? Barda: We still have the valley!

produced my most resonant tone: “Boarrrrr’s Head Turkey.” “OK, do it again.” A little more gusto this time. “Booooarrrrrrr’s Head Turkey!” “Again.” Maybe I wasn’t accentuating the right syllable. “Booooar’s Head TUR-key!” “Again.” “BoaRRRRR’s Head Tur-KEY.” “Again.” “BOOOOOARS Head Turrrrr-key.” “Again.” “Boarrr’s HEAD Tur-KEYYYY.” “Again.” I was stuck in a sadistic loop with this fucker. He knew I’d never get the part, but he was making me repeat this damn line over and over. I couldn’t think of any new ways to say it! I was barely intelligible at this point. It was like that scene at the end of The Miracle Worker when Anne Bancroft gets Patty Duke to say “water” but it sounds like “wwwaaaaaauuhh-waaaahhhhwuh.” I refused to be the first to quit. “BWOOORRRS HEHD TUH-TUH.” “Again.” “TURRRRRRRR GA-BWAW BWAH.” “Again.” “BUHHHH HUH TURRRR TURRRR.” “Again.” A knock at the door. His assistant, asking if he was ready for the next auditioner. “Yes, send him in. Thank you Mister . . . Kelly.” “You are . . . welcome.” I waited years for that commercial to make

You amuse me. You who spent your life waiting for miracles and instead found us." "With all due respect, you can shove your amusement where the sun don't shine, mister." If he ever did write a book about his adventures in the forest, he'd give himself a better response. It wasn't like Mindy, Barbara, Tina, or Tommy could hear him. "And that is why you amuse me, Lee Burgundy. You are decrepit, your heart is weak, and your body is frail, and yet you stand here ready to fight me to protect the others. Why?" "It's the right thing to do." "There is no right or wrong, old man. There is only what brings us pleasure.

But I think life is so full of horrors that we just had to create love. It’s like sainthood, you know, bestowing love on a person. They are the miracle in your life, and that is why you tell them you love them. Love, mister, love makes tolerable the horror of living.

I had one videotape sent to me by a woman, and they actually had her on a bed with all these misters like you have in a garden because she literally had no skin on her body,” Mike recalled. “She didn’t have any eyelids. She had no skin on her body. And they grafted a hundred percent of her body and she survived. It was like a miracle. And that was from silicone.

She was beautiful. Creative. Talented. Sweet. Funny. Caring. Innocent and wise in the same breath. But she couldn’t perform miracles.