Quotes

Below are a few quotes from The Longest Journey:

Oh no, don't tell me I'm dreaming again..
For once, just for once, it would be nice to have a decent night's sleep without waking up screaming from a bad dream at 4 AM.
I'm in my undies... that's *so* not appropriate.
[after looking at Arcadian landscape] Real life never looked this good.
I think I just made a funnel...cool! I'm so proud of myself!
Look, it's Constable Guybrush, my toy ape.
My on-again, off-again diary. We've had a turbulent relationship, her and I.
[after repetitively clicking on April]: It's kinda unsettling to be so.. aware of myself all the time.
I'm not good at taking care of living things, but this plant is doing just fine despite months of neglect.
I know that duck! Bon voyage, ducky!
Sweet old ladies just ain't what they used to be
It's a zigzag. I just love that word, zigzag.
[April finds a high voltage cable] I didn't brush my teeth this morning just to be fried bacon with a pretty smile.
I can think of only two things more depressing than an empty canvas: death and taxes.
Life should carry a big yellow caution-sticker. It's certain to kill you sooner or later.
Ugh, gross! People, do not toss the apples back into the barrel after eating!
Yes, I got me worm! Uh... and this is good, because...?
Ah, hell, I'll just wing it. "Use the Force, April". After all, who's the chosen one here?
I can't believe they wouldn't let me on the shuttle, just because my clothes stink and I look like a bum!

Crow:

It's chilly out here. You should really be wearing a sweater, doll. You don't wanna catch a cold, not with the fate of the known cosmos on your shoulders!

For something to be real, to be truthful, the artist must transfer-- Shift -- a part of him or herself into the work, to transcend the illusion and reach the truth of art.

You see, señorita, mystery is important. To know everything, to know the whole truth, is dull. There is no magic in that. Magic is not knowing, magic is wondering about what and how and where

Mickey's tied up in the basement. Mind you, she's not literally tied up, of course... although that is a tempting thought.

Very well. This story, like all good stories begins where it ends, in a tower, in a realm that is no more...

Conversations:

Lady Alvane : So .. you have come to hear me tell a story, have you?
Girl : If you please, we would love to hear one of your stories. You have seen so much, you have lived so long.
Lady Alvane : [chuckles] So good of you to remind me of my age, child. No, don't worry -- I am an old woman but I've lived a long and fulfilling life. And I do have stories to tell. Which story would you like to hear?
Girl : A true one. A true story.
Lady Alvane : All my stories are true, child. There are enough fairy tales in the worlds already. There's no need for me to make up more, believe me.

Emma: You had a dream about a dragon? Okay, that's not logical, that's just silly. Still, this ought to be interesting. Go on. [...] What did it say?
April: She. It was a she. A female dragon.
Emma: What, you could tell from the skirt, high heels and lipstick?

Stanley: Oh, don't ever say those two words when I'm around. I don't think my ulcer can take it.
April: "You" and "nice"?
Stanly: That's funny. No, "working" and "not". Don't use those two words in the same sentence. Damn, I get the creeps even when I say them.

April: I thought you'd be ecstatic to have people work twenty-four hour shifts?
Stanley: Oh, don't get me wrong sweetheart. There's nothing I'd want more. But you see, for some reason it is illegal to make people work that long.
April: Yeah, what a downer.

Cortez: Vamos. Enter the light.
April: Don't say that. It sounds too ominous. Just... tell me what's gonna happen.
Cortez: You're about to take the first step on the longest journey of your life.

April: I'm looking for a disc that will open the Guardian's realm.
Brian Westhouse: That's religion, Miss Ryan, and the only things I worship are whisky, a good cigar and a nice long-- Ahem. Anyway, don't ask me about Balance mumbo-jumbo.

Umber Ianos: Aye, It be near on fifty years ago, and I was a mate on a sturdy old lady called "The Three-Legged Whore".
April: The what?!
Umber Ianos: What do I be saying? She was called "The Thrifty Horse", she was. Aye, that be her name. "The Whittle Wotsit."

April: Good story, though. Solid, solid material. Ever consider doing a book?
Umber Ianos: Aye, but the agents in Marcuria be bloody thirsty vampires with no thought but to milk your life's blood.
April: Oh, so they take an outrageous commission, then?
Umber Ianos: No! They actually be bloody thirsty vampires with a penchant for biting your neck when you ain't be looking.

April: Excuse me-- how do I smell?
Fat repairman: Uhm.. like moldy pizza and -- and-- is that salmon?
April: Smoked.
Fat repairman: Yeah. And a faint touch of rum.
April: I had an accident... with a bottle. Inside a garbage container.
Fat repairman: Happens to me all the time. You're not alone. In fact, there are meetings downtown every Wednesday night.

April: Would you like to learn a sea shanty?
Captain Horatio Nebevay: No. Actually, there is nothing in the world I want less than to learn a sea shanty. I would rather stick my head up the arse of an Elgwan who's just had a dinner rich with beans and light a torch.
April: I feel in the mood for a sea shanty.
Captain Horatio Nebevay: And I feel in the mood for a keelhauling...

April: What does your nose have to do with the weather?
Captain Horatio Nebevay: Well, that's a story, be sure of that...
April: And...
Captain Horatio Nebevay: That's all. It's just a story, and you'd better be sure of that.
April: I'd like that itchy-nose story.
Captain Horatio Nebevay: Why?
April: Because I'm sure it's a real tall tale of the sea, filled with bravura adventure and victories snatched from the rabid jaws of certain death.
Captain Horatio Nebevay: I had a bad accidents with my nose-scissors, and ever since that day, when the weather is acting up, my nose itches...