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The English Patient

The English Patient quotes

81 total quotes

Count Laszlo de Almásy
David Caravaggio
Geoffrey Clifton
Hana
Katharine Clifton
Kirpal Singh (Kip)
Madox
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View Quote In case you're still wondering, This is called a supersternal notch. points to notch at base of throat [to Almasy]
View Quote In Italy, there's always chickens, but no eggs. In Africa there's eggs, but never chickens. Who separated them?
View Quote In that case I suppose we can't charge. [to Hana]
View Quote It wouldn't be make believe if you believed in me. [Almásy singing the tune It's Only a Paper Moon (by Harold Arlen, Billy Rose, and E. Y. Harburg)]
View Quote It's raining. [to Almásy]
View Quote It's still there, the cannon, outside the museum. It was made of metal cups and bowls taken from every household in the city as tax, then melted down. Then later they fired the cannon at my people - comma - The natives - full stop. [reading from w:Herodotus to Almásy]
View Quote Its probably none of my business— your wife… do you think it is appropriate to leave her?
View Quote K at dawn — silhouetted.
View Quote K is for Katherine. [to Hana]
View Quote Katherine? My God, Katherine what are you doing here?
View Quote Let me tell you about winds. [to Katharine]
View Quote Look. See? Move that — and no more Bach. [to Hana after playing the piano]
View Quote Maddox knows I think— he keeps talking about Anna Karenina— I think it's his idea of a man to man chat… well it's my idea of a man to man chat. [to Katharine]
View Quote Mrs. Clifton. . . I believe you still have my book. [to Katharine]
View Quote 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]