To hell with reality!

Tony: People often say I'm contrary for contrary's sake.
Alex: I have to admit...when I first started working with you, I often thought, "what a prick". I mean, interesting prick, talented prick, but "prick" was always the noun.
Tony: [sarcastically] ...Thanks.

Tony Hill: They think it's a brain tumour. An intracranial meningioma. But if I can pronounce it, there can't be that much wrong with me.

Carol Jordan: What were your parents like?
Tony Hill: Mm? Oh, Mum was classic delusional. Desperately believing in only the good... it was a natural defense against her fear that Dad had fallen out of love with her. Yeah, she didn't realize he just had difficulty in expressing it.
Carol Jordan: ...I was just making small talk, actually.

This is what I mean when I'm talking about time and death and futility.
There are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions.
14 straight hours of staring at DBs, these are the things you think of.
You ever done that?
Hmm?
You look in their eyes, even in a picture.
Doesn't matter if they're dead or alive.
You can still read them, and you know what you see?
They welcomed it, mm-hmm, not at first, but right there in the last instant.
It an unmistakable relief, see, because they were afraid and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just let go, and they saw In that last nanosecond, they saw what they were, that you, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never anything but a jerry-rig of presumption and dumb will and you could just let go finally now that you didn't have to hold on so tight to realize that all your life you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain it was all the same thing.
It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person and like a lot of dreams there's a monster at the end of it.

Zoe Luther: He believes one life is all we have, life and love. Whoever takes life steals everything.
Alice Morgan: And do you agree?
Zoe Luther: I don't know. I think if he'd read a different book by a different writer at just the right time in his life he'd have been a different man. He'd have been happier as a priest than—
Alice Morgan: Than what?
Zoe Luther: Than what he is.

"I object to intellect without discipline; I object to power without constructive purpose."
-- Spock, "The Squire of Gothos", stardate 2124.5

Insults are effective only where emotion is present.
-- Spock, "Who Mourns for Adonais?" stardate 3468.1

Buffy: Uh, what do we do with the trio here? Should we burn them?
Willow: I brought marshmallows.
[everyone gives her a surprised look]
Willow (with dignity): Occasionally, I'm callous and strange.

There's a dark side to each and every human soul. We wish we were Obi-Wan Kenobi, and for the most part we are, but there's a little Darth Vader in all of us. Thing is, this ain't no either-or proposition. We're talking about dialectics, the good and the bad merging into us. You can run but you can't hide. My experience? Face the darkness. Stare it down. Own it. As brother Nietzsche said, being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol' dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!

Even up here in Alaska, we’re turning our back on the beast. We’ve opted for the zoo, where the lion can’t eat you, instead of the jungle, where he can. Quelle dommage. What a drag.

"This is a black hole. It consumes matter, sucks it in and crushes it beyond existence. When I first heard that, I thought, that’s evil at its most pure. Something that drags you in, crushes you, makes you nothing."

Sam [to Dean after he asks for more quarters for the vibrating bed]: Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit. You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies.

Sam : My life was so simple. Just school. Exams. Papers on polycentric cultural norms.
Dean : So, I guess I saved you from a boring existence.
Sam : Yeah, occasionally I miss boring.
Dean : Alright, so this killer truck...
Sam : I miss conversations that didn't start with "this killer truck".

"You! What did you say to Kate? She thinks I'm the Renaissance! She'll think I've lied! I'll have to go along with all this "reclusive genius" stuff! She's going to be very upset when she finds out I'm a reclusive wanker!"

Rich Guy: Those books. The leather-bound ones.
Bernard: Yes, Dickens, the Collected Works of Charles Dickens.
Rich Guy: Are they real leather?
Bernard: They're real Dickens.

Lieutenant Commander Data's definition of friendship: "Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns."

"If you want people to leave you alone, Mandy, or better yet, treat you with respect, demand it. Make them."

"After all these years, do you not instinctively fear me? Maybe you should write yourself a note."

WORF: I'm a married man. I have to make certain adjustments to my lifestyle.
DAX: Adjustments? Worf, you're practically easygoing. What's next, a sense of humour?
WORF: I have a sense of humour. On the Enterprise, I was considered to be quite amusing.
DAX: That must've been one dull ship.
WORF: That is a joke. I get it. It is not funny, but I get it.
DAX: I don't know if I can get used to the new you. It's kind of eerie.
WORF: Your problem is you cannot accept change.
DAX: I can't accept change?
WORF: That is correct.
DAX: Oh, you've got to be kidding. I've changed bodies six times, Worf.
WORF: Yes, but you are still very set in your ways.
DAX: And look who's talking.
WORF: Well, I do not have to sleep on the same side of the bed every night, or brush my hair exactly fifty strokes every night, or eat the same thing for breakfast every day, or read the last page of a book before the beginning, or lift up the
DAX: I get the point. I don't know how you can live with someone so monotonous.
WORF: It is not easy. That was a joke.

"Doctor, most people in my experience wouldn’t know reason if it walked up and shook their hand."

"The only important thing is not to betray yourself."

Spike: Why don't you rip her lungs out? It might make an impression.
Angelus: Lacks... poetry.
Spike: It doesn't have to, what rhymes with lungs?

Spike: You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag and you'll hate each other til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.

"Testosterone is a great equalizer. It turns all men into morons."

Giles: "I'm just going to stay and clean up a little. I'll be back in the Middle Ages."
Jenny: "Did you ever leave?"

Helen: Daria, you’re never going to make friends if you keep your nose buried in a book.
Daria: Let’s hope.

Helen: Daria, do you have to look at everything in such a negative light?
Daria: Could you possibly be referring to the harsh light of reality?

Doctor: "And do you always talk to your computer?" Daria: "Only when the refrigerator's mad at me."

Scully: "How much you're like Ahab - You're so consumed by your personal vengeance against life whether it be its inherent cruelties or its mysteries that everything takes on a warped significance to fit your megalomaniacal cosmology."
Mulder: "Scully, are you coming on to me?"

Dr Vogel: I believe that psychopaths are not a mistake of nature. They are a gift.
Dexter: What kind of gift?
Dr Vogel: Like Alpha Wolfs, who have helped humanity survive long enough to become civilized. An indispensable demographic.
Dexter: You believe that?
Dr Vogel: There´s a lot of mankind that wouldn´t exist without them
Dexter: There´s a lot that does not exist because of them.
Dr Vogel: Every Silver Lining…

Dexter Morgan:"People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. That's my burden, I guess."

“Man fucks woman. Subject: man. Verb: fucks. Object: woman. That’s OK. Woman fucks man. Woman: subject. Man: object. That’s not so comfortable for you, is it?”

“Let’s not refer to them as innocent. […] What if he kills a prostitute, next? Or a woman walking home drunk, late at night, in a short skirt? Will they be, in some way, less innocent, therefore less deserving? Culpable? The media loves to divide women into virgins and vamps. Angels or whores. Let’s not encourage them.”

Illyria: Your world is so small. And yet you box yourselves in rooms even smaller. You shut yourselves inside... in rooms, in routines.
Wesley: There are things worse than walls. Terrible... and beautiful. If we look at them for too long they will burn right through us. Truths we couldn't bear. Not every day.
Illyria (sighs): We are so weak.
Wesley: Yes. Yes, we are.

"It's not about taking blood. When I feed, there's a connection. Every emotion adds to the quality of the experience. Sometimes it's taking someone in a dark alley and tasting their fear. Sometimes it's tasting a lover in the throes of passion. But it's easy to forget the dawn."

Remington Steele: Feisty piece of baggage our Miss Holt
Mildred Krebs: A little too feisty for my blood.
Remington Steele: Oh she has a point to prove Mildred
Mildred Krebs: Whats that?
Remington Steele: That a women with intelligence, determination, and a certain amount of training can be as stupidly macho as any man.
Mildred Krebs: It comes down to that huh? You mean we're playing clay pigeons so she can win the battle of the sexes?
Remington Steele: Oh, the only battle worth fighting for Mildred.

"Please, don’t psychoanalyze me. You won’t like me when I’m psychoanalyzed."

"Seems we are both comfortable playing between conventional notes."