Poe Quotes in Twixt (2011)

Poe: Of all the melancholy topics, what, according the the universal understanding of mankind, is the most tragic?

Hall Baltimore: Death.

Poe: And when is this most tragic of melancholy topics most poetical? When it most loosely alludes itself to beauty. The death, therefore, of a beautiful girl is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world. Equally, it is beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such a topic, are those of a man who loved her.

Poe: Our work must be the grave that we prepare for its lovely talent.

Poe: Do you dare go further?

Hall Baltimore: What are you talking about? Tell me the ending.

Poe: If you don't stop now, every word that flows from your pen will be your own tale. You. You are the ending you seek.

Poe: During the brightest days of her unparalleled beauty, I loved her. Not as the living and breathing Virginia, but as the Virginia of the dream.

Poe: [after the dispute with the Cajuns] A sorry spectacle, a poor example of Southern sportsmanship.

Speed: Chaney, I'd like you to meet my old friend Poe. He'll fix up your cuts, bruises - all sorts of good things.

Poe: I have two years of medical school to recommend me.

Chaney: Two years doesn't make a doctor.

Poe: Well, in my third year of studies a small black cloud appeared on campus; I left under it.

Speed: What he's trying to say is that he's a dyed-in-wool hophead.

Poe: I have a weakness for opium.

Chaney: That's a habit that's hard to quit.

Poe: Some are born to fail, others have it thrust upon them. Could I see your hands?

Pettibon: This has come as quite a setback for us; it was too easy.

Speed: Ain't nothin' in the rules about *easy*, Mr. Pettibon.

Chaney: [putting on his shirt] Anything wrong?

Pettibon: What's wrong, Mr. Chaney, is that you're too good. You're a ringer, Mr. Chaney.

Speed: Dammit, my man won fair and square; give us our money, goddammit!

Poe: [noticing several Cajuns walking up behind Pettibon] Steady on, Speed. These boys are not refined.

[notices one of the Cajuns has a pistol]

Poe: Somebody always brings a gun.

Speed: [being pulled toward the car by Poe and Gayleen] Oh, yeah! Well, the next time I come to this coonass place, I'm goin' to bring a gun!

Pettibon: [laughing] You do that, Speed; just make sure it's a great big one.

[to his men]

Pettibon: That's how it's done.