Jez Quotes & Sayings

I don't hate you, Cyndi. You're blood. I have to love you. You just annoy the hell out of me. He put one
arm around her thin shoulders. — Jez Morrow

From the first moment I saw you in your gilded box the young tyrant who sent me to die you have ruled all my thoughts. I hated that you were so beautiful. I had no idea you were the incredible being you are. Give me all the beats of your heart and I will spend all my days trying to make up for what I've done to you and all my nights worshipping you. Xan — Jez Morrow

Jez had gone from an evil twin to a sweet, even angelic, girl, all in less than a minute. — Ridley Pearson

Having empathy for customers and users is a powerful force. When we empathize, we enhance our ability to receive and process information.77 Empathy in design requires deliberate practice. We must design experiments and interaction opportunities to connect with our customers and users in meaningful ways and challenge our assumptions, preconceptions, and prejudices. We need to assume the role of an interested inquirer, trying to understand the challenges they experience. — Jez Humble

Confused and fearful as he was, this one thing Tom knew for certain. No man ever took another man's balls in his mouth to mock him. — Jez Morrow

If it hurts, do it more frequently, and bring the pain forward. — Jez Humble

Kay, I'm sleeping with a gun-toting man I banged in an ally, hopped up on cocaine, who wants to know how to tamper with identification records without the Feds finding out. Oh yeah, and he turns into a wolf. And he's got me wrapped around his cock. — Jez Morrow

Are you going to be nice to me now?"
"I'm always nice to you." Sure. Law ground his chin into Tom's groin, making
Tom jump.
"Why would I suddenly start being nice to you?" Law said. "You put out for an asshole. That guy is still here. — Jez Morrow

Tom leaned in and spoke in a low, confidential voice, "Sir. You have a little something ... " He lifted his forefinger surreptitiously to his own upper lip.
Harrison brought his hand to his mustache to brush something off it, his eyes questioning. "What is it?"
"Carpet remnant?" Tom suggested. — Jez Morrow

When expression returned, it was outrage. "Oh, that - " Wells couldn't think of anything bad enough to call
Law.
"Rat bastard is the word you're looking for," Tom filled in for him.
Wells turned and stalked back up the dock.
A gull alighted on the boards at Tom's feet. It cocked a beady eye up at him. Tom gestured with his beer
bottle as he commented to the bird, "You're right. Rat bastard is two words, isn't it. — Jez Morrow

I'm heavy stone, me. You try and pick me up, I'll break your spine. — Jez Butterworth

A lifetime's work, to try and say one thing that's true. — Jez Butterworth

If you can write a character who is attractive but morally reprehensible, then you've got a character. It's got to feel like people I know and it doesn't just become a bag of tricks. — Jez Butterworth

Law looked dumbstruck, almost angry. He breathed, "Son of a bitch." And to Tom's surprise, Law got down on one knee and took his hand. "Tom, you beloved bastard, I love you. I need you in my life forever. I cannot imagine existence without you. Will you-God please say yes-grant me the honor and the privilege and save my life and marry me? — Jez Morrow

Jez cackled, throwing more liquor down her throat. "You so need to be cut off," I murmured softly, but her wildcat ears easily heard me. "And you need to join the party. By the end of the night, this place will be yours." She shoved a shooter across the table and raised one to match in cheers. — Trina M. Lee

You're Catholic."
"And you're not. No problem. We're not going to fight about how to raise the kids. Stay on the road here, Tom. — Jez Morrow

Writing for 'Rooster' was a strange experience. It's funny, once you tap into a voice, words just start to flow. You know when you've hit a spirit or captured something. — Jez Butterworth

I may bring other women here, to this place, and I may tell them I love them, and make love to them. But they will be impostors. And I will be a ghost. Because it means I will have lost you. My body, my brain, my lungs, my stomach, my guts, legs, arms will be here but I won't be. I will be out there, looking for you. And if we meet somewhere, at a restaurant, or a party and I'm with someone, I want you to know that they are by my side only because you are not. And she will be beautiful. And I will be laughing and smiling and she will be laughing and smiling, but she will be laughing at a lie. Because all I will have done to that person is lie to them. All I will do to anyone else, forever, from this moment forward, anyone who isn't you, is lie. I have no choice. — Jez Butterworth

I do notice that I spend a lot of all my time steeped in different forms of myth, such as English folk music, for example, not really studying it necessarily, but just trying to experience it so I can recall it later. — Jez Butterworth

I love Stewart Lee's 'Comedy Vehicle' on BBC2. The guy is a genius. — Jez Butterworth

DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME, JEZEBEL! DON'T YOU DARE! Or I'll follow you to the next world and KILL you. — L.J.Smith

Listen to me, Jez. There's no reason for you to die-"
Wood ... poison."
No it isn't! Not to humans. And you're half human. You're vampire enough to survie something that would kill a human, but you're human enough not to be poisoned by wood. — L.J.Smith

I understood very little about the significance of the Tony before, but I've learned that it makes a huge significance to whether or not your show is going to run. — Jez Butterworth

Nobody doan never have touch Porhl! When I little, de brudder try. Oh yeah. I raise up dis bony knee hard in his what he got dere, and dat were dat and nobody since! You hear dis gul, Mr. free man Jacob Early? And nobody since! An I ain't no Jez'bel, she screamed. In this way was Pearl's decision made, and by the time they were on the march through Milledgeville she was drummer for Clarke's company. She just hit the drum once every other step and they kept the pace, some with smiles on their faces. She looked straight ahead and kept her shoulders squared against the shoulder straps, but she could tell that white folks watched from the windows. And none of them knew she wasn't but the drummer boy they saw. — E.L. Doctorow

The world turns. And it turns. And it moves and you don't. You're still here. — Jez Butterworth

That's your damned female hormones talking, Jez." Sonellion grabbed his crotch. "Grow some balls again." She gave him a venomous look. "I have more clarity about the world in this body than I ever had with a set of balls. — Wendy Higgins

Xan spoke low. "I would die for you."
"Don't do that," said Devon. "Live for me. — Jez Morrow

I actually have blissfully romantic views of marriage, because that has been my experience of it. — Jez Butterworth

cigarettes before climbing out onto the fire escape for her monthly ritual. With a shaky hand, she flicked her lighter to life and lit what she knew was a cancer stick. The alcohol and — Jez Strider

Bart glared at his old friend. I'm not sure I like the new you, he said ~Take me to the blood tavern..Take me to the vampirate ship..If you don't mind me saying so, buddy, since you died, you've gotten awful bossy.What's the rush anyhow? aren't you immortal now? from where I'm sitting, you've got all the time in the world — Justin Somper

Look, Lawrence, I know you never cared for me-"
Law cut him off.
"Cared for you? Cared for you? What am I? The gardener?"
"Okay, you always hated me-"
"Better," Law said. "You're wrong of course, but you said what you meant this time. — Jez Morrow

I don't think that writers have any responsibility to be good neighbors to the audience. — Jez Butterworth

I'm English and love England. Whenever I'm there, I'm always seeing the present but feeling its past. — Jez Butterworth

Looking back, I spent a lot of time sitting in pubs when I should have been perfecting my playwriting. — Jez Butterworth

JOHNNY: Friends! Outcasts. Leeches. Undesirables. A blessing on you, and upon this beggars' banquet. This day we draw a line in the chalk, and push back against the bastard pitiless busybody council, and drive them from this place for ever. I, Rooster Byron, your merciless ruler, have decreed that today all my bounty is bestowed upon you, gratis. There will be free booze, bangers, draw, whizz and whatnot, for all the minions of my kingdom. — Jez Butterworth

When you have kids, you can choose to make them like you, or become like them, and if you've got something that's going to change every six days or six minutes, you can decide to be as awake and alive and learning as they are. — Jez Butterworth

He bet Law swatted flies by dropping buildings on them. — Jez Morrow

My father got a trade union scholarship to Oxford; he lived and breathed politics; he was always watching current-affairs programmes. But I have a five-year-old child's attitude towards the news. Mainly, that it absolutely turns me off. — Jez Butterworth

She sniffled. "Does he know?"
"Not a clue," Law said. "There are concrete bricks less dense than my beloved. — Jez Morrow

You can't tell me? You disappear one day without any kind of warning, without any kind of note ... you leave the gang and me and just competely vanish and nobody know where to find you, not even your uncle ... and now you appear again and now you can't tell me where you were? He was working himself into one of his Extremely Excited States, Jez realised. — L.J.Smith

I, Rooster John Byron, hereby place a curse
Upon the Kennet and Avon Council,
May they wander the land for ever,
Never sleep twice in the same bed,
Never drink water from the same well,
And never cross the same river twice in a year.
He who steps in my blood, may it stick to them
Like hot oil. May it scorch them for life,
And may the heat dry up their souls,
And may they be filled with the melancholy
Wine won't shift. And all their newborn babies
Be born mangled, with the same marks,
The same wounds of their fathers.
Any uniform which brushes a single leaf of this wood
Is cursed, and he who wears it this St George's Day,
May he not see the next. — Jez Butterworth

Sometimes, Stukeley wondered if the captain, in spite of his considerable powers, was blessed with the memory of a goldfish. — Justin Somper

Come, you drunken spirits. Come, you battalions. You fields of ghosts who walk these green plains still. Come, you giants! — Jez Butterworth

Happy St George's Day. Now kiss my beggar arse, you Puritans! — Jez Butterworth