• Timofey: You read too much.
  • Marina: I thought that's why you liked me.
  • Timofey: I never said I liked you. I said I loved you.
  • Marina: When did you say that?
  • Timofey: Before I ever knew your name. First day I saw you at the institute. I tried to say it with my eyes. On the day I married you in Tuvula and every day since. Just sometimes I said it to myself.

Stealing

There was once a man who walked through the factory gate every evening with a wheelbarrow full of straw. The security guard would always check in the straw but could never find anything. The man eventually retired and on his last day was asked by the security guard “Come on, tell me, what are you stealing - nothing can happen to you now”. The man replied “Wheelbarrows”.

Do you believe in God?

  • A: Do you believe in God, Andrei?
  • Andrei: No.
  • A: Neither do I. But that's a favorite question of mine. An upside-down question, you know.
  • Andrei: What do you mean?
  • A: Well, if I asked people whether they believed in life, they'd never understand what I meant. It's a bad question. It can mean so much that it really means nothing. So I ask them if they believe in God. And if they say they do—then, I know they don't believe in life.
  • Andrei: Why?
  • A: Because, you see, God—whatever anyone chooses to call God—is one's highest conception of the highest possible. And whoever places his highest conception above his own possibility thinks very little of himself and his life. It's a rare gift, you know, to feel reverence for your own life and to want the best, the greatest, the highest possible, here, now, for your very own. To imagine a heaven and then not to dream of it, but to demand it.

Two kids lying in a field, looking towards the stars

  • Kid 1: Ever wondered what's up there?
  • Kid 2: Like what?
  • Kid 1: Like someone up there might be wondering what it is like down here!
  • Kid 2: I guess...
  • Kid 1: Do you think you wanna meet them?
  • Kid 2: I hope so. Do you? Do you think you wanna meet them?
  • BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The good, say the mystics of spirit, is God, a being whose only definition is that he is beyond man’s power to conceive-a definition that invalidates man’s consciousness and nullifies his concepts of existence. Man’s mind, say the mystics of spirit, must be subordinated to the will of God. Man’s standard of value, say the mystics of spirit, is the pleasure of God, whose standards are beyond man’s power of comprehension and must be accepted on faith. The purpose of man’s life is to become an abject zombie who serves a purpose he does not know, for reasons he is not to question.
Atlas Shruggued, by Ayn Rand
He had burned everything there was to burn within him; he had scattered so many sparks to start so many things – and he wondered whether someone could give him now the spark he needed, now when he felt unable to rise again. He asked himself who had started him and kept him going. Then he raised his head. Slowly, with the greatest effort of his life, he made his body rise until he was able to sit upright…. He never asked that question again.
Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand

Light is a particle and a wave. This is hard to understand how a thing can be two things at once; but a woman is also both a particle and a wave. She’s a wave when you see her reach down to pull a shell from the sea, and you feel her beauty pass through you like electrical current. She’s a particle when her hair brushes your face, and her hands push into yours.

And a child is also a particle and a wave. He is a wave when the sound of his pain shoots through and twists you away from yourself. And he is a particle when a doctor hands you a baby; a small mirror.

Women, children and light can be two things at once; a particle, a wave. They ricochet off the hard surfaces and illuminate the corners. Without them it would be far darker.

From the movie PU-239

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