Quills

Quills quotes

60 total quotes (ID: 884)

Madeleine LeClerc
Major cast
Marquis de Sade


Are your convictions so fragile they cannot stand in opposition to mine? Is your god so flimsy, so weak? For shame!


You've already stolen my heart... as well as a more prominent organ, south of the Equator.

I didn't create this world of ours. I merely recorded it.

Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.

In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man.

Marquis de Sade: It's an entire religion based on an oxymoron.

Don't come any closer, Abbe, God's watching.

Marquis de Sade: [voiceover, as Columier writes] Beloved reader, I leave you now with a tale penned by the Abbe du Columier, a man who found freedom, in the most unlikely places: at the bottom of an inkwell, on the tip of a quill. However, be forewarned, its plot is blood-soaked, its characters deprived, and its themes... unwholesome at best. But in order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the full measure of man. So come: I dare you.... Turn the page...

Lock her up as well so she knows how it feels! The gorgon, the sow!

I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. We're all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade... the rivers of blood are flowing beneath our feet... I've been to hell, young man, you've only read about it.

Renee Pelagie: Desperation has driven me past etiquette, all the way to frenzy.
Dr. Royer-Collard: My schedule is not the subject to the whims of lunatics.
Renee Pelagie: I beg to differ, you work in a madhouse. Your every walking moment is governed by the insane.

Renee Pelagie: Can I impart to you his cruelest trick?
Dr. Royer-Collard: Of course.
Renee Pelagie: Once, long ago in the folly of youth, he made me love him.

Simone: Sign it quickly, then you can ravish me again in the linens for which he so dearly paid.
Prouix, the Architect: And then I beg you on the bearskin rug in his study. And finally, as a crowning gesture, we'll leave puddles of love on the Peruvian marble.

Why should I love God? He strung up his son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he'd do to me.

Two chapters. One for each cheek!