Katharine Clifton I've been thinking—how does someone like you decide to come to the desert? [to Almásy]
2nd most-quoted character in The English Patient (1996): in 24 of its 82 quotes
Most scenes with: Count Laszlo de Almásy (8)
The neck of K can never [be something] not in my mind. and K's clothes always at ease on her. Does he notice? What is the significance of Betrayal? Does K bother with a moral Labyrinth - K's debate - does she debate? [reading from notes she found in Almásy's book]
More lines from Katharine Clifton
15 quotes Katharine Clifton Katharine Clifton And that would be unconscionable, I suppose, to feel any obligation? Yes. Of course it would. [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton I'm not one of the walking wounded. It's only one night. Besides, if I remain it's the most effective method of persuading my husband to abandon whatever he's doing and come and rescue us.
Katharine Clifton This is not very good is it? [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton Am I a terrible coward to ask how much water we have? [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton Yes is a comfort. Absolutely is not. [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton You still have sand in your hair. [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton A woman should never learn to sew, and if she can she shouldn't admit to it. [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton This a different world is what I tell myself; a different life. And here I'm a different wife. [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton Am I 'K' in your book? I think I must be. [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton You speak so many bloody languages, and you never want to talk.[to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton I can't do this anymore. [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton Do you think you are the only one who feels anything? Is that what you think? [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton Why did you hate me? Don't you know you drove everybody mad? [to Almásy]
Katharine Clifton My darling, I'm waiting for you — how long is a day in the dark, or a week? The fire is gone now, and I'm horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside but then there would be the sun. . . I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings and on writing these words. We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in, like this wretched cave. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds. That's all I've wanted— to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on earth without maps. [written in journal]
Scenes with Katharine Clifton
8 scenes Katharine Shall we be all right?
Yes. Yes. —Absolutely.
Katharine Oh dear.
Katharine Why did you hate me?
What?
Katharine Don't you know you drove everybody mad?
Shh, don't talk.
Katharine You speak so many bloody languages and you never wanted to talk.
You're wearing the thimble.
Katharine Of course, you idiot. I always wear it; I've always worn it... I've always loved you.
There's also a plant - I've never seen it but I'm told you can cut a piece the size of a heart from this plant and the next day it will be filled with a delicious liquid.
Katharine Find that plant. Cut out its heart.
Katharine Geoffrey's not in Cairo. He's not actually a buffoon. The plane wasn't a wedding present. It belongs to the British Government. They want aerial maps of the whole of North Africa. So I think he's in Ethiopia. In case you were counting on his sudden appearance.
And the marriage. . . is that a fiction?
Katharine No, the marriage isn't a fiction.
When were you most happy?
Katharine Now.
When were you least happy?
Katharine Now.
What do you love?
Katharine What do I love?
Say everything.
Katharine Water—fish in it—and hedgehogs—I love hedgehogs. Marmite—I'm addicted, and baths, but not with other people! Islands—and your handwriting. I could go on all day.
Go on all day.
Katharine My husband.
And what do you hate most?
Katharine A lie. And what do you hate most?
Ownership—or being owned. When you leave, you should forget me.
Szerelem means love. And the story, well, there's this Hungarian count. He's a wanderer. He's a fool. And for years he's on some kind of a quest for... who knows what. And then one day, he falls under the spell of a mysterious English woman. A harpy, who beats him, and hits him, he he becomes her slave, and he sews her clothes, and worships—Stop it! Stop it! You're always beating me!
Katharine Bastard! You bastard, I believed you! You should be my slave.
I just wanted you to know— I'm not missing you yet.
Katharine You will...you will.
You're wearing the thimble.
Katharine Of course. You idiot. I always wear it. I've always worn it. I've always loved you.
