I'll tell you one thing: if that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals, I might end up liking the bastard!
Most scenes together: William Blake & Nobody (5)
Dead Man quotes
Page 1 of 2Look out the window. And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat, and then later than night, you were lying, looking up at the ceiling, and the water in your head was not dissimilar from the landscape, and you think to yourself, "Why is it that the landscape is moving, but the boat is still?"
Did you kill the white man who killed you?
I'm not dead. Am I?
The vision of Christ that thou dost see... is my vision's greatest enemy. Do you have tobacco?
We sure don't.
Aren't those tins of tobacco right there behind you?
Sure are, but those cans are empty. There's no tobacco in them. Perhaps I could interest you in some beads...
The circle of life has no ending.
Why are you helping me?
A bird told me.
A bird told you?
A small magical bird with bright blue feathers. [pauses] I was following him in your forest, hoping to acquire one of his indigo feathers... and then I lost him... and then I found him again. He was perched on your chest tasting your blood. He looked at me. Then he flew directly west in a straight line - his small beak red with your blood.
God damn your soul to the fires of Hell!
He already has.
Do you still have my eyeglasses?
No, I traded them. Do you have any tobacco?
No, I traded it.
For what?
I'm not telling.
Liar.
Thief.
What is your name?
My name is Nobody.
Excuse me?
My name is Exaybachay. He Who Talks Loud, Saying Nothing.
He who talks... I thought you said your name was Nobody.
I preferred to be called Nobody.
Hello.
I prepared your canoe with cedar boughs. It's time for you to leave now, William Blake. Time for you to go back where you came from.
You mean Cleveland?
Back to the place where all the spirits came from, and where all the spirits return. This world will no longer concern you.
That tobacco is for your voyage... William Blake.
Nobody... I don't smoke.
Watch it. It's loaded.
Why do you have this?
Because this is America.
Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake. Rise now, and drive your cart and plough over the bones of the dead!
Every night and every morn, some to misery are born. Every morn and every night, some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight; some are born to endless night.
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: infinite.
That weapon will replace your tongue. You will learn to speak through it. And your poetry will now be written with blood.
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn from the crow.