Quotes About Duality

'Infernal Affairs' uses a vibrating terseness usually found in the writer and director Michael Mann's work. Thematically, this film deploys the techniques Mr. Mann brought to bear on 'Heat,' right down to using a similar cold-blooded electronic score.

What's interesting about books that take place in the future, even twenty years in the future, is that many of them are black or white: It's either a utopia or it's misery. The real truth is that there's going to be both things in any future, just like there is now.

Light,' said Asandir, 'and shadow, granted intact upon conception. That's enough to destroy the Mistwraith, but only if the half-brothers work jointly.

She caught him in his schoolboy mode, polite and dutiful, mailing letters to his grandparents and step-siblings, notes full of nothing written in perfect script. Yet he feels like she caught him so unaware and alone that she saw the other side, the wolf crawling through wreckage, through broken walls, cracked Venetian mirrors, dust, blood, a turned-over rocking horse - the child who doesn't know it's own name.

I am by turns a petulant adolescent and a mature man, a melancholy loner and a wit telling actors their trade. I cannot decide whether I'm a philosopher or a moping teenager, a poet or a murderer, a procrastinator or a man of action. I might be truly mad or sane pretending to be mad or even mad pretending to be sane.

There's more to good or bad than what's written in the Rulebook.

No, but by that reasoning,' she said slowly, 'anyone who I've never met in the flesh might actually be me.

Según eso, también debe de haber falsos buenos —dedujo Olga. —Claro —dijo Melchor—. Son los verdaderos malos.

You know what they say about your greatest strength." "It's also your greatest weakness," she said quietly. "Right. The only defense anyone has is to be aware of both." He used his fork to spear another bite of salmon. "Play to one and guard against the other.

The presence is not deleted before the vacuum is cleared before a redoubling of presence that erases the opposition of the presence and absence

Where this living death doesn't exist, life takes its place. Just as the person who loses his shadow becomes the shadow of himself. ('The shadow of himself - that would be a fine title. With the subtitle: 'Memoirs of a double life'.)

This is doubtless the true Oedipal problem for everyone. Not so much to free yourself from the parental triangle as from your virtual double, from that umbilical alter ego who, for each individual, is like a congenital figure of death. It is doubtless with this hidden twin, this virtual twin whom we all carry within us at birth, that we have the greatest difficulty breaking.

The only benefit of a Campbell's soup can by Andy Warhol (and it is an immense benefit) is that it releases us from the need to decide between beautiful and ugly, between real and unreal, between transcendence and immanence.

Adversity no longer exists within the subject, which has become indifferent to misfortune and to itself. Between the object and the subject of vengeance, no demarcation. A single, dual being, and nothing is separate.

The Transphilosophical Divide: the point where truth begins to exist on both sides of the line, the point where all contradictory hypotheses can be simultaneously verified.

Stalin's double. Since he wasn't a perfect likeness, they touched him up using plastic surgery, after which they eliminated all his relatives and all the witnesses to the operation. He played his role so well that in the end he came to think he was Stalin (as did Stalin himself!). At that point they sent him to the Gulag. But so well did he identify with his role that, on learning of Stalin's death, he died three days later.

A half empty bottle of wine is also half full, but half a lie will never be half true

A half empty bottle of wine is also half full, but a half lie will never be half true

If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.

She had a sweet voice, a voice with a warm and tender quality. This was strange, because her face was cold, as though warmth and tenderness were dead in her.

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?

Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.

It is not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between them.

Life has never been All or Nothing- it's All and Nothing. Forget the binaries.