Quotes About Responsibility

KUNG FU KID I'm sorry, Ma. I'm really sorry. MA (waving you off) I don't care about that. Just promise me something, okay? KUNG FU KID Okay. MA Don't grow up to be Kung Fu Guy. KUNG FU KID Okay, okay, I promise. (then) Wait, what? MA You heard me. Don't be Kung Fu Guy. KUNG FU KID Oh. Then what should I be? MA Be more.

Long after you'd graduated into an adult role, you still continued coming to him for these weekly lessons, but the lessons had turned into a flimsy pretense layered atop their real purpose: your delivery of provisions on which your old man depended. A few groceries, toilet paper, his various prescriptions. Putting things out so they'd be easy for him to access, wiping the floor as best you could.

They're going to shoot him. You have to say something. But how can you? You don't have any lines.

the inversion of the relationship, the care and feeding, the brute fact of physical dependency: If you don't do this, he can't do it for himself. If you miss a week, he sits in the dark. Not that he'll die. Although there is always that possibility. But he'll be lonelier that day, hungrier.

1) Je ne suis pas un super-héros. 2) Il faut que j'aille travailler. 3) Si je ne devais pas aller au travail, alors je pourrais être un super-héros. 4) Si j'étais un super-héros, je ne serais pas obligé d'aller bosser.

Women - why aren't you running the world yet? Frankly I'm disappointed in you. Men are still far too dominant for their own good, and consequently we've made a testosterone-sodden pig's ear of just about everything: politics, the economy, religion, the environment ... you name it, it's in a gigantic man-wrought mess.

There is usually very little plausible reason for a show to run late. I have no patience with bands who, for no other reason than sloppiness and ego, make the paying customers wait for a show to start.

Errors have occurred. We won't tell you where or why. Lazy programmers.

Writing is a bit like being a god

He was a different person now, and not a better one, Oh, he could fight, he could swat sickos like flies; he was a bloody hero, wasn't he? He was Death himself. Riding a bike. But in the end, all he was doing was adding to the score of the dead. Was that all a hero was, then? A killing machine without a heart?

They would catch her. They would make sure she was all right. That's what grown-ups did. They looked after you. They—

No, listen. Us girls, we might all look different, but we're pretty similar underneath. We like to appear responsible, to do what's expected of us, we're not supposed to be reckless and wild and go off running with dodgy space tramps like you. But give us a nudge and --

That's what happens when you get a regular job, other people's shit becomes your problem. 'Course, by the time you got that figured, it's up around your ears and you're just trying to keep your [expletive]ing mouth shut.

Not that I have any little kids running around I need to keep away from the guns. I had any kids I'd get rid of the guns. Nothing more dangerous to the life of a child than a house full of firearms. Nothing more dangerous except maybe a parent.

Where was the police? Where was anybody?

People in uniform will tell you that no one life is more important than another. The lives of a white cop, a black fireman, a minister and a drug addict all have equal value. But the presumption is that if a person in uniform is killed with impunity, if such a killer is allowed to run free, then no regular citizen is safe. So for the sake of civil order, when a person in uniform is murdered, heads must get knocked, doors must be kicked in and every available cop is put to the task.

We are born to a time. What you do with it is on you. Do the best you can. Try to be good. And live.

Grandpa is on layaway while his family tries to scratch together a box and a plot.

What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job with him taking care of so many relatives, he couldn't save any money.

That's always been the way, Brake,' Lord Lydiard replied, still not looking up. 'Old men make wars, and young men fight them.

You know as well as I do that any regrets we have are for things we chose not to do, not for the things we chose to do.

The human and fallible should not arrogate a power with which the divine and perfect alone can be safely intrusted.

But this I know; the writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master -- something that at times strangely wills and works for itself. If the result be attractive, the World will praise you, who little deserve praise; if it be repulsive, the same World will blame you, who almost as little deserve blame.

You had no right to be born; for you make no use of life. Instead of living for, in, and with yourself, as a reasonable being ought, you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person's strength.