The Green Mile

On the day of my judgment... when I stand before God... and he asks me why did I. Did I kill one of his true miracles... what am I going to say? That it was my job?

I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with... to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world... every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head...all the time.

Do you think if a man sincerely repents on what he done wrong... that he might get to go back to the time that was happiest for him... and live there forever? Could that be what heaven's like?

— Your name is John Coffey?
— Yes, sir, boss. Like the drink, only not spelt the same.

And I think about all of us walking our own Green Mile... each in our own time.

You`ll die too. And my curse is knowing that I`ll be there to see it.

I saw in his heart when he grabbed my arm. I saw what Wild Billy had done. Saw it plain as day. You can't hide what's in your heart.

I'm sorry for what I am.

What happens on the Mile, stays on the Mile. Always has.

He's paid what he owed. He's square with the house again... so keep your goddamn hands off him.

I guess sometimes the past just catches up with you... whether you want it to or not.

He killed them with they love, they love for each other. Now you see how it is. That's the way it is every day. That's the way it is all over the world.

— They's lots of folks here that hate me. Lots! I can feel it. It's like bees stinging me.
— Well, feel how we feel, then. We don't hate you. Can you feel that?

Honey... if you don't tell me what's on your mind... I'm afraid I'll have to smother you with a pillow.

I couldn't help it, boss. I tried to take it back, but it was too late.

The man is mean and careless and stupid... and that's a bad combination in a place like this.