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Fernando Meirelles - City of God (2002)
What should have been swift revenge turned into an all out war. The City of God was divided. You couldn't go from one section the other, not even to visit a relative. The cops considered anyone living in the slum a hoodlum. People got used to living in Vietnam, and more and more volunteers signed up to die.

Hubert Koundé - La Haine - It's Not How You Fall
Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good... so far so good... so far so good. How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land!

Madeline Miller - Circe
I felt the currents move. The grains of sand whispered against each other. His wings were lifting. The darkness around us shimmered with clouds of his gilded blood. Beneath my feet were the bones of a thousand years. I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. "Then, child, make another."

Susanna Clarke - The Biscuit-Box Man - Piranesi
When I first discovered the Biscuit-Box Man, the seaweed twine had dried up and fallen apart and he had become rather untidy. I made new twine from fish leather and tied up his bundles of bones again. Now he is in good order once more.

The French Dispatch - Wes Anderson - Revisions to a Manifesto
I don't mean the program. I mean from when we go home until retirement age. That 48-year period of my life, I mean. That's what I won't do. I can no longer envision myself as a grown-up man in our parents' world.

The French Dispatch - Wes Anderson - The Concrete Masterpiece
I grew up on a farm. We didn't write poetry. We didn't make music. We didn't sculpt statues or paint pictures. I learned arts and crafts technique from books in this prison's library, and I teach them as a volunteer. I don't know what you know. I only know what you are. I can see you're suffering. I can see it's difficult. It might even get worse - but then it's going to get better. You're going to figure out whatever your problem is. (What's your problem?).