It is an extremely common mistake, people think the writer’s imagination is always at work, that he’s constantly inventing an endless supply of incidents and episodes, that he simply dreams up his stories out of thin air. In point of fact, the opposite is true. Once the public knows you’re a writer, they bring the characters and events to you and as long as you maintain your ability to look and to carefully listen, these stories will continue to seek you out over your lifetime.

The Grand Budapest Hotel – 2015

There would be no eulogies for Bob, no photographs of his body would be sold in sundries stores, no people would crowd the streets in the rain to see his funeral cortege, no biographies would be written about him, no children named after him, no one would ever pay twenty-five cents to stand in the rooms he grew up in. The shotgun would ignite, and Ella Mae would scream, but Robert Ford would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his eyes before he could find the right words.

The Assassination of Jesse James – 2007

-I’m sorry. I made a mistake. I won’t do it again!

+Nobody ever does.

-You self-righteous piece of shit! You took my family!

+I took your family? Who do you think had more taken from them when you shot 20 ccs of liquid dream-killer into my daughter? She was Rick’s daughter, Jerry. She had options! That all ended because she felt sorry for you.

+You act like prey, but you’re a predator! You use pitty to lure in your victims! That’s how you survive!

+I survive because I know everything. That snakes survives because children wander off, and you survive because people think, “Oh, this poor piece of shit. He never gets a break.” I can’t stand the deafening silent wails of his wilting soul. “I guess I’ll hire him or marry him.”

–Rick and Morty

 

Marty Hart: I mean, can you imagine if people didn’t believe, what things they’d get up to?

Rust Cohle: Exact same thing they do now. Just out in the open.

Marty Hart: Bullshit. It’d be a fucking freak show of murder and debauchery and you know it.

Rust Cohle: If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then brother that person is a piece of shit; and I’d like to get as many of them out in the open as possible.

Marty Hart: Well, I guess your judgment is infallible, piece-of-shit-wise. You think that notebook is a stone tablet?

Rust Cohle: What’s it say about life, hmm? You gotta get together, tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the goddamn day. Nah. What’s that say about your reality, Marty?