David Thewlis > Quotes

“I want that. I want that awful intense and serious unhappiness, cos then I might feel better, and then I might be happy.”
― David Thewlis, The Late Hector Kipling

“I walk to Oxford Street and climb on the number 8. It's freezing and it starts to rain and it's the ugliest bus I've ever seen, rattling down the ugliest streets, in the ugliest city, in the ugliest country, in the ugliest of all possible worlds.”
― David Thewlis, The Late Hector Kipling

“He'd been let down so often
His brow was on the floor
But then they found
A small hole in the ground
And let him down some more”
― David Thewlis

“I feel like I'm in a film about a struggling artist who keeps getting up at all hours of the night to look at his big, blank empty canvas. And in a way I am. Except that i'm not struggling. I'm Hector Kipling. I might be getting up at all hours of the night to look at my big, blank, empty canvas, but I am not fucking struggling.”
― David Thewlis, The Late Hector Kipling

“An hour crept by. I think it was an hour. I hardly recognized it. Bearing no resemblance to any of the numerous other hours of my acquaintance, I hardly recognized a single second of it.”
― David Thewlis

“I hold her tight, tight enough to break her. How simple it would be right now to break her, to love her so hard she snaps. To crush her. It’s an easy thing to bring horror into a room.”
― David Thewlis, The Late Hector Kipling

“Kirk used to go out with an agoraphobic called Audrey. Or should I say he used to stay in with an agoraphobic called Audrey.”
― David Thewlis, The Late Hector Kipling

“I am a joint of meat,
Not veal, nor beef, nor lamb.
My tail is short and sweet,
I oink — therefore I’m ham.”
― David Thewlis, The Late Hector Kipling

“Nothing hurt, but I wondered if anything was broken. Maybe everything was broken. Maybe I was finished. Maybe all this seeing into the future meant that I was finished. Maybe one is only permitted to see into the future when one has no further investment in it. Maybe one would eventually tire of seeing the future and beg to see the past instead, as a treat, on a Sunday: three hours of the past for a whole week of the future. Every Sunday, every week, for evermore.”
― David Thewlis, The Late Hector Kipling

“It's difficult to think of things to say. Mum's sat upright in her chair on the other side of the bed. What is there to say? How can we possibly discuss anything other than the crisis set before us? And yet how can we possibly discuss the crisis set before us? We sit there for another hour. It is the longest silence of my life. The sort of silence that might be broken at any moment. The sort of silence that may shift, but never does. That sort of silence. The worst kind, believe me - I know about silence.”
― David Thewlis, The Late Hector Kipling