弗蘭克·德拉邦特
《肖申克的救贖》編劇
These walls are really interesting. At first you hate it, then you get used to it. After a considerable period of time, you will depend on it.
Some birds are not close, because they are too bright.
In a flash, all of the past away from you, the rest of the only memories.
Fear bound your heart and hope to release your heart.
Get busy living or get busy dying, there are only two choices.
I hope the Pacific is as blue as I dreamed it was.
Fear of imprisonment soul, hope you free.
I hope that the Pacific Ocean is as blue as I dreamed I was.
Listen to me, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can make people crazy.
Give your thoughts to God, and give me your body.
Some people are busy dying, others are busy living.
I think I have only one choice: either get busy living or get busy dying.
It makes sense to be busy living or busy dying.
Hard to live or die hard.
Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
Fear can hold you prisoner, hope can set you free.
Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
The good things are not dead.
Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget. Forget that there are palace in the world that aren't made out of stone That there's a---there's a---there's something inside that's yours, that they can't touch.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock hem up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.