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.

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

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

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.

Madeleine LeClerc: How can we know who is good - and who is evil?
Abbe du Coulmier: All we can do is guard against our own corruption.

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.

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.

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...

Dr. Royer-Collard: Take this beast back to his cage!

Madeleine LeClerc: Your publisher says I'm not to leave without another manuscript.
Marquis de Sade: I've just the story. It's the unhappy tale... of a virginal laundry lass. The darling of the lower wards where they entomb the criminally insane.
Madeleine LeClerc: Is it awfully violent?
Marquis de Sade: Most assuredly.
Madeleine LeClerc: Is it terribly erotic?
Marquis de Sade: Fiendishly so. But it comes with a price. A kiss for each page.

Marquis de Sade: What you need, darling, is a long, slow screw.

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.