"you said I could call?" No no, you misunderstood me, I said fuck you. Nobody cares if you're dead or alive so go fuck yourself! *slams phone* "ohhkay... Call me later, bye"
And when the Lamb opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour... And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. Block: Who are you? Death: I am Death. Block: You have come for me? Death: I have been for a long time at your side. Block: This I know. Death: Are you prepared? Block: My body is, but I am not. Block: Wait a moment. Death: You all say that. But I give no respite. Block: You play chess, do you not? … As long as I resist you, I live. If I win, you set me free.
Block: Is it so hard to conceive God with one's senses? Why must He hide in a midst of vague promises and invisible miracles? How are we to believe the believers when we don't believe ourselves? What will become of us who want to believe but cannot? And what of those who neither will nor can believe? Why can I not kill God within me? Why does He go on living in a painful, humiliating way? I want to tear Him out of my heart, but He remains a mocking reality which I cannot get rid of. Do you hear me? Priest/Death: I hear you. Block: I want knowledge. Not belief. Not surmise. But knowledge. I want God to put out His hand, show His face, speak to me. Priest/Death: But He is silent. Block: I cry to Him in the dark, but there seems to be no one there. Priest/Death: Perhaps there is no one there. Block: Then life is a senseless terror. No man can live with Death and know that everything is nothing. Priest/Death: Most people think neither of Death nor nothingness. Block: Until they stand on the edge of life and see the Darkness. Priest/Death: Ah, that day. Block: I see. We must make an idol of our fear, and call it God. Priest/Death: You are uneasy. Block: Death visited me this morning. We are playing chess. This respite enables me to perform a vital errand. Priest/Death: What errand? Block: My whole life has been a meaningless search. I say it without bitterness or self-reproach. I know it is the same for all. But I want to use my respite for one significant action. Priest/Death: So you play chess with Death? Block: He is a skillful tactician, but I have not yet lost one piece.
We've always defined ourselves by the ability to overcome the impossible. And we count these moments. These moments when we dare to aim higher, to break barriers, to reach for the stars, to make the unknown known. We count these moments as our proudest achievements. But we lost all that. Or perhaps we've just forgotten that we are still pioneers. And we've barely begun. And that our greatest accomplishments cannot be behind us, that our destiny lies above us. -Interstellar
David: Do you remember what you told me once? That every passing minute is a another chance to turn it all around. Sofía: I'll find you again. David: I'll see you in another life... when we are both cats. Vanilla Sky
KIRK: Right! Let's go. ...Saavik. McCOY: Go? Where are we going? KIRK: Where they went. McCOY: Suppose they went nowhere. KIRK: Then this'll be your big chance to get away from it all.