Jack Nicholson Quotes

“I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are with Spencer, "Spence," and in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.”
― Mark Andrus, As Good As It Gets: The Shooting Script

“Then the weeks rolled by in a sinister psych ward haze filled with white-coated orderlies and rocking whack-job patients torn straight from some old Jack Nicholson film, all anti-psychotic meds and padded lonely cells...”
― Shannon Celebi, Small Town Demons

“Where do they teach you to talk like this? In some Panama City "Sailor wanna hump-hump" bar, or is it getaway day and your last shot at his whiskey? Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here.”
― Melvin Udall played by Jack Nicholson in AS GOOD AS IT GETS.

“I'm going insane. Going insane in the snowy mountains like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, except without the spooky hotel.”
― Kristen Ashley, The Gamble

“Redrum by Stewart Stafford

A Winter's tale of horrors profound,
The haunted hotel's dark tapestry,
Supreme isolation's moonscape snowbound,
A father gripped by homicidal history.

He sought to write, heal, absolve sins,
Overlooked the hotel’s Redrum plans,
Vomiting up daymares of phantom twins,
His mind possessed by unseen hands.

Room Two Three Seven, malevolent,
Forbidden to enter its dark hole,
Where ageless ladies bathed decadent,
Luring caretakers to an adulterer's role.

His wife and son sensed the danger,
A bloody elevator with nowhere to run,
A father's warpath with axe and anger,
He became the monster, the devil's son.

It might horrify 42 ways from Sunday,
Only his shining son grasped the fact,
May as well be across the galaxy,
As in a labyrinth with that maniac.

He failed to kill, he froze, met his fate,
The hotel consumed his spirit as its own,
Purgatorial torture in damnation's bait,
He smiled in the photo, eternally alone.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford