THE CROW
Eric Draven: Little things use to mean so much to Shelley — I thought they were kind of trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial.
Sarah: People used to think that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes… only sometimes the crow brings that soul back to set the wrong things right.
Sarah: If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn. People die. But real love lives forever.
Sarah: What are you supposed to be, some kinda clown or something?
Eric Draven: Sometimes.
VELVET GOLDMINE
Mandy: Today, there'd be fighting in the streets. But in 1972, it was more like dancing.
Mandy: "You live in terror of not being misunderstood.
Mod Girlfriend: So what are you, a mod or a rocker?
Brian Slade: Six of one, half a dozen of the other, really.
THE FIGHT CLUB
Tyler Durden: Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is a spiritual war. Our depression is our lives.
Tyler Durden: We are a generation of men raised by women. I'm beginning to wonder if another woman is what we really need.
Tyler Durden: I look the way you want to look, I fuck the way you want to fuck.
Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Narrator: With insomnia, you're never really asleep; you're never really awake.
Tyler Durden: Our fathers were our models for God. If they bailed, what does that tell you about God? You have to be prepared for the possibility that God does not like you.
Narrator: Losing all hope is freedom.
TRAINSPOTTING
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Relinquishing junk. Stage one, preparation. For this you will need one room which you will not leave. Soothing music. Tomato soup, ten tins of. Mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold. Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of. Magnesia, milk of, one bottle. Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins. Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography. One mattress. One bucket for urine, one for feces and one for vomitus. One television and one bottle of Valium. Which I've already procured from my mother. Who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way also a drug addict. And now I'm ready. All I need is one final hit to soothe the pain while the Valium takes effect.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?
THE DOORS
Jim Morrison: You're all a bunch of fuckin' slaves!
Pamela: You actually put your dick in this woman?
Jim: Well, yeah, sometimes.
Jim Morrison: Actually I don't remember being born, It must have happened during one of my black outs.
Andy Warhol: Somebody gave me this telephone… I think it was Yvie… yeah it was Yvie… and she said I could talk to God with it, but uh… I don't have anything to say… so here… [giving Jim the phone] this is for you… now you can talk to God.
NATURAL BORN KILLERS
Mickey: The whole world's comin' to an end, Mal!
Mallory: I see angels, Mickey. They're comin' down for us from heaven. And I see you ridin' a big red horse …
Mickey: It's fate, you know. Nobody can stop fate, nobody can.