Terry Gilliam Quotes

What is this mess? An empty desk is an efficient desk.

Everyone who had a talent for it lived happily ever after.

No, let me go! I've got tides to regulate! Comets to direct! I don't have time for flatulence and orgasms!

I think, therefore you is.

And that was only one of the many occasions on which I met my death, an experience which I don't hesitate strongly to recommend.

Did you lose your mind all at once, or was it a slow, gradual process?

There's no right, there's no wrong, there's only popular opinion.

With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know.

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.

Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Has it been five years? Six? It seems like a lifetime, the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time...

I hate to say this, but this place is getting to me. I think I'm getting the Fear.

You drive. You drive. I think there's something wrong with me.

One of the things you learn from years of dealing with drug people, is that you can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug. Especially when it's waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye.

Trust the toad!

I made that armour! It's not magic; it's just shiny.

He looks like a burrito.

Do you dream? Or should I say... can you put a price on your dreams? Or... the dreams of the less fortunate in this world

Don't believe everything you read. Especially The Mirror.

It's important to think. It's what separates us from lentils.

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.