Favorite quote from your main character

Okay, this makes no sense unless i put both lines in:

"Do you think he's happy where he is now?"

"No. He'll only be happy when you are there with him. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want you to live out your life before it's done."

 

There's a lot of back and forth between the leader, Stat, and his friend Kyle. This line doesn't work without the lead-up, so...

"Gunney's not coming in with us," said Stat.
"But he'll freeze--"
He shook his head.
Kyle sighed. "There's totally a special place in hell for owl-haters like you."
"At least you won't be there."

 

(Supporting character has pinched a sheet from his roommate's bedroom, to use for an impromptu picnic with his own girlfriend, my MC)

MC: “If you’re sure he won’t mind . . . ”

SC: “Andreas will not mind. It is not his month for changing his sheets.”

 

“Some act without thinking about the consequences, they make sacrifices without heed…and in the end, if you get what you strove for-” Millard turned away from the ruins of the once great city and gave Mavos a face of stone. “Does anything else really matter?”

(A scene that I'm building up to in the novel. Millard explains his strong resistance against all the rebels and his extreme actions.)

 

"It's not like the old stories; we don't want to see Superman anymore. We don't care for what he stood for,
it's boring! What we want is Batman and The Joker and vampires with caring souls; villains with a soft
side and heroes who are broken inside... and why? Because true heroes aren't real. Because real life
doesn't gleam with knights in shining armour; but stutter with heartbroken stallions; crippled with
the weight of their own self-indulgent regrets. Well good for you. I've seen it all. Seen it festering
in every one of us. I'm sick of it. Sick of the lies. Sick of the apathy. And sick of the excuses. You
have your anti-heroes bathed in varying shades of grey. I'd rather fuck Phillip Marlowe than Dexter
anyway. And... because no matter what the internet fanboys want to think... if Superman ever fought
Batman... he'd dance a pothole in his ass." - Anya Dantis.

 

There's one that's somewhat similar in my and T.Trian's WIP.

“Swedish words are long.”
“Yes, very hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian.”

The MC can't remember the correct word and keeps repeating försiktighetsåtgärd, försiktighetsåtgärd.
Her team leader comments on it, so she further showcases her uncanny ability to remember long words.

 

This one's from the same WIP @KaTrian mentioned. The MC is meeting her new squad mates for the first time:

“Private Lise Armfelt reporting for duty, your new—"
“Hey guys! The fucking new guy is a girl!”

 

(In a discussion about quantum mechanics)

“I know, huh,” Daniel said, not acknowledging the sarcasm. “Imagine you are standing on the side of a freeway with cars zipping by you at 65 miles per hour. How fast does the car appear to travel as it passes you?”

There was a pause as I realized that he was actually waiting for an answer, “Sixty-five miles an hour?”

"Very good," Daniel said.

“Yeah, Einstein and I are geniuses like that.”

 

A killer driving his would-be victim.
"No. Don’t compromise like that. Don’t hide behind your own bullshit. Just see things for what they are again. For example, see the pretense in a dead man putting on his seatbelt.”

 

"Dance a pothole in his ass"?

I envision a tiny Superman crawling up Batman's butt and tap-dancing until a pothole forms on the wall of his Bat-rectum. Batman might find this rather stimulating.

 

I dare you to put this on Youtube. The results would be quite entertaining... and catastrophic.

 

The first word I know is made up, but what about the second? I'm struggling with Spanish, so trying to learn a second language would be futile at best, a fool's herald at worst.

 

"Did you see those soldiers? They weren't preparing for a calm debate of the issues."

 

Försiktighetsåtgärd = Safety measure, precaution.
Hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian = Of or pertaining to extremely long words.

While English words can be long, you guys don't usually write every compound word together into one, long string...

 

Swedish in a nutshell.

 

Gotta love your compound words.

Nordvästersjökustartilleriflygspaningssimulatoranläggningsmaterielunderhållsuppföljningssystemdiskussionsinläggsförberedelsearbeten.

My tongue's cramping...

 

Where on Earth did you find that one? I love it!

And in case anyone is wondering: Yes, that is a completely valid "word"! (Though a damn strange one...)

 

Out of interest, I just googled 'det längsta ordet på svenska,' and voilà. Well, according to Wikipedia, it is the longest.

And how come you aren't watching hockey as we speak? (and how come aren't I...)

Anyway, totally OT. Sorry about derailing the thread a bit.

 

Just found this one in a story of mine: "How they bow to their masters, too stupefied by money and honour to help the weak, too blinded to see that their slaves are their brothers and sisters."
It's a thought from the main character, a homeless girl living in the dark and rotten alleys underneath a city, about the citizens in the city.

Why didn't I think of that?

And how can you know that I'm not actually watching hockey?

PS. I'm not watching hockey, I don't care about a bunch of people hunting a snuffbox on ice.

 

I have no idea what that means, but it probably sounds like one of my farts after too much beer and pizza.

And I am watching hockey - Canada vs. USA, in the rematch of the 2010 gold medal game! No score early in the first period.

 

You're saying Swedish sounds ugly?
*sob* *sob*

 

Not at all. You should hear my beautiful farts!

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Longest_words

 

Here is a few from an unfinished, abandoned story. I tried to pick the best

"Okay, so lets say I give you food. Then what? You want me to buy you clothes and everything you desire? We're in a mall and I know you want to go Christmas shopping." said Marco.

"It's not even close to December asshole!" said Erwin

 

(In response to the question of where she was for the past few days) "Yesterday it was a coffin. The day before that... well, are you asking about the location of my body or my head? Which would you consider 'me'?"

Also, this gem of dialogue from a different work in progress, sans the other bits of information/narration that would otherwise be here:
(While waiting for another character's anesthetic to more fully kick in so he can perform a sort of back-alley cybernetic limb replacement surgery and talking to his cousin.) "Relax, I can assure you that I've never lost a patient during surgery before."
"You're a physician, not a surgeon. You've never even performed surgery."
"And you're an arms dealer, not a nurse. Do you hear me judging you?"
"All the time."