Marcel Carne Quotes

The lead car is unique, except for the one behind it which is identical.

For the butterfly, mating and propagation involve the sacrifice of life, for the human being, the sacrifice of beauty.

[Sex] is something big and cosmic. What else do we have? There's only birth and death and the union of two people - and sex is the only one that happens to us more than once.

Seeds can produce seeds Seeds can produce formations. Formations can produce seeds. Formations can produce formations.

There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror. The brain behind that face never heard of razors, prayers, or the logic of the universe. You turn the mirror sideways and see your face reflected with a sinister left-hand twist, half mad and half sane.

Passion in a dromedary doesn't go so deep; a camel when it's mating never sobs itself to sleep.

The seed of a tree has the nature of a branch or twig or bud. It is a part of the tree, but if separated and set in the earth to be better nourished, the embryo or young tree contained in it takes root and grows into a new tree.

For me, the meaning of life is pretty clear: Living things strive to pass their genes into the future.

It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . .

A man would create another man if one did not already exist, but a woman might live an eternity without even thinking of reproducing her own sex.

It is impossible to call yourself a Christian and defend homosexuality. There is no justification or acceptance of homosexuality... Homosexuality means the death of society because homosexuals can recruit, but they cannot reproduce.

Some people believe that - pardon my language - in order to be good Catholics, we should be like rabbits. No.

In time you shall see Fate approach youIn the shape of your own image in the mirror;Or you shall sit alone by your own hearth,And suddenly the chair by you shall hold a guest,And you shall know that guest,And read the authentic message of his eyes.

She had the face of an angel I saw mirrors in her eyes We were the same, she and I Both bound by potent lies. In him I saw my future In him I saw my friend In him I saw my destiny Both my beginning and my end.

Women today have choices and demand choices, choices to have kids or not and the reproductive technology thereto. And it is a fact [that] most women continue to chose to have children.

A picture, to be an interesting picture, must be more than a picture, otherwise it is only a reproduction of an object, and not an object of value in itself.

For he, indeed, who looks into the face of a friend beholds, as it were, a copy of himself.

Life had become a reproduction: it was not the real thing.

The commonest objection to birth control is that it is against nature.

Women that bear children must exist in Zululand only.

The egg it is the source of all To everyone's ancestral hall.

Not all living creatures die. An amoeba, for example, need never die; it need not even, like certain generals, fade away. It just divides and becomes two new amoebas.

To say that there is a soul in stones simply in order to account for their production is unsatisfactory: for their production is not like the reproduction of living plants, and of animals which have senses. For all these we see reproducing their own species from their own seeds; and a stone does not do this at all. We never see stones reproduced from stones; ... because a stone seems to have no reproductive power at all.

Historical Re-creation, he thought glumly, as they picked their way across, under, over or through the boulders and insect-buzzing heaps of splintered timber, with streamlets running everywhere. Only we do it with people dressing up and running around with blunt weapons, and people selling hot dogs, and the girls all miserable because they can only dress up as wenches, wenching being the only job available to women in the olden days.

Look in the mirror and one thing is sure: what we see is not who we are.