THE VOICE OF MILIUS
ďHis name was Jeremiah Johnson, and they say he wanted to be a mountain man. The story goes that he was a man of proper wit and adventurous spirit, suited to the mountains. Nobody knows whereabouts he come from and donít seem to matter much. He was a young man and ghosty stories about the tall hills didnít scare him none. He was looking for a Hawken gun, .50 caliber or better. He settled for a .30, but damn, it was a genuine Hawken, and you couldnít go no better. Bought him a good horse, and traps, and other truck that went with being a mountain man, and said good-bye to whatever life was down there below.Ē
Jeremiah Johnson: [Jeremiah and Caleb see a bird flying across the sky] Hawk. Goiní for the Musselshell. Take me a weekís ridiní, and heíll be there in... hell, heís there already.
[Jeremiah finds the frozen body of Hatchet Jack] Hatchet Jack: I, Hatchet Jack, being of sound mind and broke legs, do leaveth my rifle to the next thing who finds it, Lord hope he be a white man. It is a good rifle, and kilt the bear that kilt me. Anyway, I am dead. Sincerely, Hatchet Jack.
Someone in crowd: Who are you?
Homer Van Meter: Goddamit! Things ainít workiní out for me today!
Pearl: You kinda look like Dillinger, Mr. Long. Did anybody ever tell you that?
Harry Callahan: A manís GOT to know his limitations.
King Osric: There comes a time, thief, when the jewels cease to sparkle, when the gold loses its luster, when the throne room becomes a prison, and all that is left is a fatherís love for his child.
Conan: I remember days like this when my father took me to the forest and we ate wild blueberries. More than 20 years ago. I was just a boy of four or five. The leaves were so dark and green then. The grass smelled sweet with the spring wind.
Conanís Father: Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky. But Crom is your god, Crom and he lives in the earth. Once, giants lived in the Earth, Conan. And in the darkness of chaos, they fooled Crom, and they took from him the enigma of steel. Crom was angered. And the Earth shook. And fire and wind struck down these giants, and they threw their bodies into the waters, but in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel and left it on the battlefield. We who found it are just men. Not gods. Not giants. Just men. And the secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan. You must learn its discipline. For no one - no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts.
Subotai: He is Conan, Cimmerian, he wonít cry, so I cry for him.
Mongol General: What is best in life?
Capt. Fairbourne: If you were a communist how could you be king?
Learoyd: From this day, from this time on, Iíll never raise my hand against another man.
Gen. MacArthur: History is written by unusual men. Some who even become kings, and some who make no more mark than that of a stone thrown into an ocean. What we have here... Well, we just donít know, do we? But, Captain, if you say heís a king, then Iíll go along with it. Iíll sign these treaties... as Supreme Allied Commander of the Pacific Forces. And if your king were here... Iíd kneel before him and offer him my sword. If I had a sword.
Jed Eckert: [they are surveying a wintery landscape, as several tanks gather on both sides to shoot it out] You got across that?
Erica: [after Colonel dies] Iíll never love anybody again!
Jed Eckert: [after the deaths of Aardvark and Colonel Tanner] Itís kind of strange, isnít it? How the mountains pay us no attention at all. You laugh or you cry... The wind just keeps on blowing.
Strelnikov: What I despise most about warfare is the hypocrisy it often breeds. Iíve heard euphemisms that we are containing the enemy, that our sector of pacification is growing. These are the tactics of the lie. Lies have the stench of death and defeat. You can only win a war by exterminating the enemy. Do you know who are we fighting? We are fighting Wolverines, small, ferocious animals. For them, you need a hunter. And you know, I am the hunter. From this moment on there will be no further reprisals against civilians. This is stupid. Impotence. Comrades, if a fox stole your chickens, would you slaughter your pig because he saw the fox? No. You would hunt the fox. Find where it lives and destroy it! And how do we do this? Become a fox.
Raisuli: To Theodore Roosevelt - you are like the Wind and I like the Lion. You form the Tempest. The sand stings my eyes and the Ground is parched. I roar in defiance but you do not hear. But between us there is a difference. I, like the lion, must remain in my place. While you like the wind will never know yours. - Mulai Ahmed er Raisuli, Lord of the Riff, Sultan to the Berbers, Last of the Barbary Pirates.
Sherif of Wazan: Great Raisuli, we have lost everything. All is drifting on the wind as you said. We have lost everything.
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