Sin City

Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here.

She smells like angels ought to smell... The perfect woman... The goddess...

— I'll always love you, baby
— Always and never

Can't kill a man without knowing for sure you ought to.

Sometimes the truth doesn't matter like it ought. But you'll always remember things right.

I can only express puzzlement, that borders on alarm.

That's the thing with dames, sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know.

An old man dies. A young woman lives. A fair trade. I love you, Nancy.

Power don't come from a badge or a gun. Power comes from lying. Lying big, and gettin' the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you've got e'm by the balls.

— I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.

Power don't come from a badge, or a gun. Power comes from lying. Lying big and getting the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you get them by the balls. There's what, maybe people in this hospital. I could pump you full of bullets right now and I wouldn't be arrested. Everyone would lie for me, everyone who counts. Otherwise all their own lies, everything that runs Sin City, it all comes tumbling down like a pack of cards.

— When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.

She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far far away. I tell her... I love her. The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she's running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.

Turn the right corner in Sin City and you can find... anything.

— And what have been your sins, my son?
— Well, Padre. I don't want to keep you up all night, so I'll just fill you in on the latest batch

— It's your eyes. All the things I see in your eyes
— What is it you see in my eyes?
— I see a crazy calm. You're sick of running. You're ready to face what you have to face. But you don't want to face it alone
— No. I don't want to face it alone