“When I hear the word “culture”, I reach for my revolver.” - Hanns Johst or Herman Goering
What we need in this thread, are some heavy-metal fans who are into the lyrics.
I have always heard that he used the word destroyer which scans much better.
You know, I always heard that, too, but then I googled it to check and got both versions. While googling, I also discovered a book about him called J. Robert Oppenheimer: Shatterer of Worlds, so I picked that version as I thought it would be the more accurate.
I’m really not sure which is totally correct.
On further googling, a Berkeley exhibit gives this information:
We’ll go with that then. As you said, it does scan better.
Either way, I think it is the tension that the words “I am become death” elicits that makes the spine tingle.
"Lewis said he could taste atomic fission; it tasted like lead. "—Notebook of Col. Tibbets.
“Ultima ratio regum. (The final argument of kings)”
- Inscription on french cannons, on order of Louis XIV
(What, no Rorschach, yet?)
“Arbeit mach frei”
(“Work makes [one] free”)
–On the gateway above Auschwitz-Birkenau
“Jedem das Seine.”
(“Everyone gets what he deserves.”)
– the motto of the Buchenwald concentration camp.
Jack the Ripper (disputed)
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
“‘It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,’ Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.”
The Lottery, Shirley Jackson
One of my favorite stories, but the really chilling quote, for me, as a couple of lines sooner.
“Somebody gave Davy Hutchinson a few pebbles.”
Literally makes me cringe.
“I will come to you in the black of some terrible night, and I will bring with me a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.”
While not particularly terrifying, it is the quote I most often resort to when such circumstances warrant it.
And there’s always the classic “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”
Heaven lent you a soul; the earth will lend you a grave.
Life is a tale told by an idiot, with sound and fury, signifying nothing.
“Apres nous, le deluge” - said by a member of Louis XIV’s court (please correct my French if it’s mistaken).
Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
From The rime of the Ancient Mariner
Several years ago I saw an ad for a movie that showed a family unloading their station wagon in the woods. The point of view was that of something hidden in the woods watching them. I don’t remember the family’s name but it went something like:
“Mike Johnson took his family deep into the woods to see something different…but something different saw them first!”
I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.
- The Godfather
Go ahead, make my day.
- Dirty Harry
I’m going to get medieval on your ass.
- Pulp Fiction
He suffered much from a morbid acuteness of the senses; the most insipid food was alone endurable; he could wear only certain texture; the odours of all flowers were oppressive; his eyes were tortured by even a faint light; and there were but peculiar sounds, and these from stringed instruments, which did not inspire him with horror.
- The Fall of the House of Usher, EA Poe.
Is it safe?
- Marathon Man
Anyone that don’t want to be killed better leave right now.
Colonel Walter E. Kurtz: I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That’s my dream. That’s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight… razor… and surviving.
Colonel Walter E. Kurtz: We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember… I… I… I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized… like I was shot… like I was shot with a diamond… a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God… the genius of that.
Kilgore: I love the smell of Napalm in the morning. It smells like victory.
- Apocalypse Now