Metro Man Quotes

#1. Art rests on a kind of religious sense, on a deep, steadfast earnestness; and on this account it unites so readily with religion.

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

#2. No worn, ink-drenched leather journal for the period from October 11 through December 23, 1900, could be found.

Graham Moore

#3. The man is well inside the train before the dreadful truth occurs to me. He is the man from the newspaper. The rapist. My doppelganger. My mirrored doppelganger.
William Wilson in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup.

Steen Langstrup

#4. Getting life insurance is like making a bet you can't win. If you live, you don't get the money. If you die, you don't get to enjoy the money.

Oliver Gaspirtz

#5. TO SOME PEOPLE, Hallowe'en was about the mysteries of the netherworld, about the "veil" between the living and the dead. To me, it was just about the candy, and the kids.

L.E. Jamez

#6. I'll say, a strange man is a marvel, with his mighty talk; but what's a squabble in your back yard, and the blow of a loy, have taught me that there's a great gap between a gallous story and a dirty deed.

J.M. Synge

#7. Siarad Cymraeg?" said Old Shacob.
"He wants to know if you speak Welsh," said the surveyor.
"NO!" yelled the official at the old man before him.
"Tamn it all; his language, man!" shouted Dan. "What you expect in Wales - Chinese, or what?!

Geraint Goodwin

#8. I think the men in L.A. are very rugged, good-looking. Men in New York look metro with their manis and pedis and their Bruno Magli loafers, but inside they're very masculine - aside from the Meatpacking District. The problem is the men in New York are five to one: five women to one man.

Patti Stanger

#9. It's not like I planned to have a heart attack, you know? I wasn't thinking to myself, 'Hmm, you know what James? Today seems like the perfect afternoon for a myocardial infarction.

John Bowen

#10. David slayed Goliath with a single stone.
You crippled my heart with a single lie.
This is the enormity of small things.

Key Ballah

#11. If someday, in a morning, you see you, in a mirror or the dent of a spoon, and wonder Where is my soul and Where has it gone, remember this: Catch the gaze of a woman on the metro, subway, tram. Look at a man. Seek and you will find you in the silvered space, a flash between souls.

Naomi Shihab Nye