Regret – Stories and Quotes from the Mind* and Keyboard of A.A.Forringer

E-books

Posted on November 12, 2015October 10, 2015 by aaforringer

With all of their benefits, and there are many, one of the things I regret about e-books is that they have taken away the necessity of trawling foreign bookshops or the shelves of holiday houses to find something to read. I’ve come across gems and stinkers that way, and both can be fun. J.K. Rowling

Joanne “Jo” Rowling, ( born 31 July 1965), pen names J. K. Rowling and Robert Galbraith, is a British novelist best known as the author of the Harry Potter fantasy series. The books have gained worldwide attention, won multiple awards, and sold more than 400 million copies. They have become the best-selling book series in history and been the basis for a series of films which is the second highest-grossing film series in history. Rowling had overall approval on the scripts and maintained creative control by serving as a producer on the final installment.

For the rest of October, until Halloween, I will be posting Quotes by people that have added to the Halloween spirit, but not necessarily about scary, macabre, or like minded subjects.

Movie Speeches

Rehabilitated? – Speech

Posted on October 5, 2014August 10, 2014 by aaforringer

From the movie Shawshank Redemption based on a short Stephen King story. The character Red is played by the consistently great Morgan Freeman.

Red: Rehabilitated? Well, now let me see. You know, I don’t have any idea what that means.
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, it means that you’re ready to rejoin society…
Red: I know what you think it means, sonny. To me, it’s just a made up word. A politician’s word, so young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie, and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, are you?
Red: There’s not a day goes by I don’t feel regret. Not because I’m in here, because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can’t. That kid’s long gone, and this old man is all that’s left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It’s just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don’t give a shit.

Movie Speeches

Regret – Speech

Posted on October 5, 2013October 5, 2013 by aaforringer

From the weird but enjoyable movie, Joe Versus the Volcano with the ever delightful, at least that is the way we view him now, Tom Hanks.

Mr. Waturi, Frank. I quit….I’ve been working here four and a half years. The work I did I probably could have done in six months. That leaves four years left over. Four years. If I had them now – like gold in my hand. (he presented his lamp to DeDe) Here, this is for you. Goodbye, DeDe.

This life. Life, what a joke! This situation, this room…You look terrible, Mr. Waturi. You look like a bag of s–t stuffed in a cheap suit. Not that anybody could look good under these zombie lights. I, I, I can feel them sucking the juice out of my eyeballs. Suck suck suck suck suck. (sucking noise) $300 bucks a week. That’s the news. For $300 bucks a week, I’ve lived in this sink, this used rubber (Frank: “Watch it, mister. There’s a woman here”) Don’t you think I know that, Frank? Don’t you think I’m aware that there is a woman here? I can smell her, like, like a flower. I can taste her like sugar on my tongue. When I’m 20 feet away, I can hear the fabric of her dress when she moves in her chair! Not that I’ve done anything about it.

I’ve gone all day, every day, not doing, not saying, not taking the chance, for $300 dollars a week. And Frank, the coffee, it stinks. It tastes like arsenic. These lights give me a headache. If they don’t give you a headache, you must be dead, so let’s arrange the funeral….You’re not tellin’ me nothin’….Why, I ask myself, why have I put up with you, I can’t imagine. But I know. It’s fear. Yellow freakin’ fear. I’ve been too chicken-s–t afraid to live my life, so I sold it to you for $300 freakin’ dollars a week! (He grabbed Waturi by the collar) You are lucky I don’t kill you! You’re lucky I don’t rip your freakin’ throat out! But I’m not going to! And maybe you’re not so lucky at that. ‘Cause I’m gonna leave you here, Mr. Wahoo Waturi. And what could be worse than that? DeDe?… How about dinner tonight?

And of coure here is the clip on Youtube.