Personality: One of the best descriptions of my personality can be found here. I'm short tempered, sarcastic, rather cynical, somewhat anti-social (although I'm very loyal to the few people I consider good friends or family), impatient, a bit too arrogant at times, and willing to bend rules to achieve my own ends. I have been told that, loath though I am to admit it, I can be somewhat kind at times. Although I love to be lazy, if there's something that needs to be done, I'll see it through to completion. I also have a rather odd sense of humor.
Quirks: I'm bidialectal, so you'll often hear me slip into a British accent.
I've noticed that you've reverted a lot of vandalism and have warned a lot of users, but haven't yet gotten any thanks. So, here it is: Thanks for a good job. Cynical Paradox (talk) 03:58, 17 December 2007 (UTC)
Godfrey: You are not what you were born, but what you have it in yourself to be.
— Scene 8: A better world
Hospitaller: I put no stock in "religion." By the word "religion," I have seen the lunacy of fanatics of every denomination be called the will of God. I have seen too much "religion" in the eyes of too many murderers. Holiness is in right action and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves. And goodness—what God desires is here [points to head] and here [points to heart]. By what you decide to do every day, you will be a good man. Or not.
— Scene 14: The new baron (director's cut)
Baldwin: You see, none of us chose our end, really. A king may move a man. A father may claim a son. But remember that even when those who move you be kings or men of power, your soul is in your keeping alone. When you stand before God you cannot say, "But I was told by others to do thus," or that virtue was not convenient at the time. This will not suffice. Remember that.
— Scene 17: The leper king
Balian: None of us took this city from Muslims. No Muslim of the great army now coming against us was born when this city was lost. We fight over an offence we did not give, against those who were not alive to be offended. What is Jerusalem? Your holy places lie over the Jewish temple that the Romans pulled down. The Muslim places of worship lie over yours. Which is more holy? The wall? The Mosque? The Sepulchre? Who has claim? No one has claim. All have claim! [...] We defend this city, not to protect these stones, but the people living within these walls.
— Scene 35: To defend Jerusalem
Bishop: Convert to Islam. Repent later.
Balian: You've taught me a lot about religion, your Eminence.
Barbossa: Still thinkin’ of running, Jack? Think you can outrun the world? You know, the problem with being the last of anything, is, by and by, there be none left at all.
Jack: Sometimes things come back, mate. We're livin' proof, you and me.
Barbossa: Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it? There's never a guarantee of comin' back. But passin' on, that's dead certain [...] The world used to be a bigger place.
Jack: World's still the same...there's just less in it.
Colonel Mitchell: Look, just because we know there are some beings on a higher plane of existence than ourselves does not mean that there's not an order of being higher than them.
Vala: So, this girl in the bar, her name was Denya, and we struck up a bit of a friendship. By the looks on your faces, I can see you're not surprised I had more in common with a village harlot than I did with any of the ladies from the local knitting circle.
The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins. It always wins because it is everywhere. It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire; it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets on your bed. Walk in the midday sun and the dark is with you, attatched to the souls of your feet. The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.
St. Clare: I could sooner show twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow my own showing.
— Chapter16
St. Clare: I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to get up one for them to stone.
— Chapter 16
St. Clare: Religion! Is what you hear at church religion? Is that which can bend and turn, and descend and ascend, to fit every crooked phase of the selfish, worldly society, religion? Is that religion which is less scrupulous, less generous, less just, less considerate for man, than even my own ungodly, worldly, blinded nature? No! I must look for something above me, and not something beneath.
— Chapter 16
St. Clare: It's pretty generally understood that men don't aspire after the absolute right, but only do about as well as the rest of the world.
— Chapter 16
St Clare: There was [...] a time in my life when I had plans and hopes of doing something important in this world, more than to float and drift. I had vague, indistinct yearnings to be a sort of emancipator – to free my native land from this spot and stain. All young men have such fever-fits, I suppose, some time – but then [...] I got the despair of living that Solomon did. I suppose it was a necessary incident to wisdom in us both; but, somehow or other, instead of being actor and regenerator in society I became a piece of driftwood, and have been floating and eddying about, ever since.
The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, but he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them.
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