Edward Norton

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A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.
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Edward H Norton (born August 18, 1969) is an Oscar-nominated American actor and film director.

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  • Drew Barrymore: Eddie Vedder said something like, "The more you're known as a personality, the less you're accepted as an entertainer."
  • Edward Norton: I would agree with that. On the other hand, I hate the "dark prince" act that some actors put on when they're doing publicity. If it's for real, if you're really a dark prince, then don't sit down with an interviewer and act like a dark prince. I don't necessarily love doing these things, but once you've agreed to do them, I think you ought to get on board.

As Roy in Primal Fear

  • I got you. You're the lawyer. Well, you sure fucked this one up, didn't you, counselor? Looks to me like they're gonna shoot ol' Aaron so full o' poison it's gonna come out his eyes!
  • If you lay that tough-man shit on Aaron again, I will kick your fuckin' ass to Sunday!

As Worm in Rounders

  • Where did you come up with the scratch for that? You've been rolling fags in the Village again, haven't you?
  • Why do you think your moves are so grand and noble and I'm always the idiot piece of shit!
  • You wanna see the seventh card, your gonna stop speaking fucking Sputnik! I'm sure you guys were just talking about pirogies and snow but let's cut that shit out.
  • Like my uncle Les used to say "When the money is gone, it's time to move on". So enjoy it, you secret handshaking assholes.

As King Baldwin IV in Kingdom of Heaven

  • On your knees... lower. I am... Jerusalem. And you, Reynald, will give me the kiss of peace. [takes off glove]
  • [to Sibylla] My beautiful sister. So beautiful. I'm sorry if I've caused you any pain. Remember me as I was.
  • I felt in that moment that I would live to be a hundred. Now I know I shall not see thirty.
  • A King may move a man, a father may claim a son, but remember that even when those who move you be Kings, or men of power, your soul is in your keeping alone. When you stand before God, you cannot say, "But I was told by others to do thus." Or that, "Virtue was not convenient at the time." This will not suffice. Remember that.

As Monty Brogan in 25th Hour

  • Champagne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends.
  • No. No. Fuck you Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
  • [Standing in the men's bathroom talking to himself in the mirror]

Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.

  • I need you to make me ugly.
  • When you have your dick in his mouth, does he just keep talking like that? 'Cause it seems to me he just never shuts up, and I'm just curious, does that get annoying? You know you're fucking a guy in the mouth and he just won't shut up?


As narrator of Fight Club

  • You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
  • We have front row seats for this theater of mass destruction. The demolition committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes, primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this... because Tyler knows this.
  • I am Jack's smirking revenge.
  • First person that comes out this fucking door gets a... gets a *lead salad*, you understand?
  • I felt like destroying something beautiful.
  • When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.
  • On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
  • [about the soap] Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.
  • [to Tyler, while looking at a Calvin Klein-esque ad on the bus] Is that what a real man is supposed to look like?
  • [being embraced by Bob at the group therapy session for Testicular Cancer] Strangers with this kind of honesty make me grow a big rubbery one.
  • I am Jack's cold sweat.
  • If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla.
  • I am Jack's raging bile duct.
  • A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.
  • I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.
  • After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.
  • If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
  • And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
  • [while brutally beating Angel Face] I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
  • Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving friends.
  • I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
  • Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. That condo was my life, okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was ME!

[voice-over] I'd like to thank the Academy...

  • I am Jack's wasted life.
  • I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.
  • I am Jack's broken heart.
  • Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler's?
  • [last lines] You met me at a very strange time in my life.
  • Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.
  • With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.
  • Fight club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church.
  • I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened.
  • Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.
  • You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
  • And then, Tyler was gone.
  • I flipped through catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person?
  • Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.
  • I can't get married - I'm a thirty-year-old boy.
  • Deja vu - all over again.
  • He was full of pep. Must've had his grande-latte enema.
  • Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.
  • We have just lost cabin pressure.
  • Bob had bitch tits.
  • We have front row seats for this theatre of mass destruction. The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this, because Tyler knows this.
  • By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV.
  • If I didn't say anything, people always assumed the worst.
  • I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around.
  • Most of the week we were Ozzie and Harriet, but every Saturday night we were finding something out: we were finding out more and more that we were not alone. It used to be that when I came home angry and depressed I'd just clean my condo, polish my Scandinavian furniture. I should have been looking for a new condo. I should have been haggling with my insurance company. I should have been upset about my nice, neat, flaming little shit. But I wasn't.
  • [after beating an 'applicant' with a broom] I'm gonna go inside and I'm gonna get a shovel.
  • Tyler was now involved in a class action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup.
  • Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-shows at full volume. Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night. I suppose these things happen.
  • You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.
  • It's just, when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled.
  • When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.
  • Tyler's not here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone.
  • Fuck you! Fuck Fight Club! Fuck Marla! I am sick of all your shit!
  • A house full of condiments and no food...
  • I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of... wherever.
  • Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it stand up and walk around the party being extra nice to everyone

As Will Graham in Red Dragon

  • There's nothing wrong with you... except your hair. Your hair is a train wreck.
  • He's not collecting body parts. He's eating them.

As Derek Vinyard in American History X

  • One in every three black males is in some phase of the correctional system. Is that a coincidence or do these people have, you know, like a racial commitment to crime?
  • We're so hung up on this notion that we have some obligation to help the struggling black man, you know. Cut him some slack until he can overcome these historical injustices. It's crap. I mean, Christ, Lincoln freed the slaves, like, what? 130 years ago. How long does it take to get your act together?
  • Every night, thousands of these parasites stream across the border like some fuckin' pinata exploded. [the skinheads laugh] Don't laugh! There's nothin' funny goin' on here! [the skinheads immediately quiet down]
  • D'you see this? [Pulls down shirt to reveal huge swastika tattoo on his chest] This means "Not welcome".

As Steve in The Italian Job

  • What the fuck happened to my truck?
  • Take your hands off the wheel! Don't even think about it, just do it!

As Holden Spence in Everyone Says I Love You

  • It's all right! She just swallowed a little jewelry, enjoy your dinners.

As Alan Isaacman in The People vs. Larry Flynt

  • Unpopular speech is absolutely vital to the health of our nation.
  • Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you have heard a lot today, and I'm not gonna go back over it, but you have to go into that room and make some decisions. But before you do, there's something you need to know. I am not trying to suggest that you should like what Larry Flynt does. I don't like what Larry Flynt does, but what I do like is the fact that I live in a country where you and I can make that decision for ourselves. I like the fact that I live in a country where I can pick up Hustler magazine and read it, or throw it in the garbage can if that's where I think it belongs.
  • I'm not trying to convince you to like what Larry Flynt does. I don't like what Larry Flynt does.

As Jack Teller in The Score

  • You tried to get in a suckers share on a score that I set up, from the beginning!

As Sheldon Mopes/Smoochy the Rhino in Death to Smoochy

  • When my brothers and I played cowboys and Indians, I was always the Chinese railroad worker.
  • [singing] He slams the door He stomps his feet He sends me to bed with zilch to eat But my stepdad's not mean he's just adjusting.
  • Captain Kangaroo, like Jesus Christ, was someone you could really believe in. With those guys it wasn't about the bells and whistles and the rickety rackety, it was all about the work. Especially Jesus.
  • Now I'm not pointing any fingers, Lord knows you start pointing fingers and someone's gonna get poked. And I want you both to know that its not my intention to try and... poke either of you.
  • You can't change the world but you can make a dent.
  • Someone toss me a beach towel because my head is swimming.
  • Don't talk to me like that, I am not your puppet.
  • Let's face it. Big junkies come from little junkies. We gotta nip this in the bud, Burke!
  • Has anyone ever suggested that maybe a little yoga, maybe a high colonic or two could loosen you up a lot?
  • You just fucked with the wrong rhino!

As Father Brian Kilkenney Finn in Keeping The Faith

  • Sometimes we don't see certain things until we're ready to see them in a certain way.
  • The seven deadly sins. Who can name the seven deadly sins? People! It was a very popular film with Brad Pitt, you have the ultimate cliff note.
  • No, I'm glad you saved it because it's definitely less weird for me now.
  • [to Anna] Excuse me if I say that I don't think I'm the best person to offer objective advice on this particular confession.
  • I don't doubt myself because of you. I feel like the best version of myself when I'm with you, and that makes me doubt everything else.
  • I feel like I'm on some bad new Aaron Spelling show - "Melrose Priest."
  • I'm God's consiglieri.

As Eisenheim in The Illusionist

  • Everything you have seen here has been an illusion.
  • I thought we might end this evening with a discussion of the soul. All of the greatest religions speak of the soul’s endurance before the end of life. So what then does it mean to die?
  • From the moment we enter this life we are in the flow of it. We measure it and We mock it, but we cannot defy it. We cannot even speed it up or slow it down. Or can we? Have we not each experienced the sensation that a beautiful moment seemed to pass too quickly, and wished that we could make it linger? Or felt time slow on a dull day, and wished that we could speed things up a bit?
  • My intention has only been to entertain, nothing more.
  • Inspector: Then why are you doing this?

Eisenheim: To be with her.

As Harlan in Down In The Valley

  • I've tried living down in the valley again, really tried this time. Walked up and down it looking for one open face, but most people I've meet hardly seem like human beings to me anymore.

Unsourced

  • I almost forgot what it's like to be proud of my government.
  • It's dismaying to see the unilateralism that the government is doing.
  • First of all, you never make all things for all people and can't always pander to the broadest denominator. I keep an eye toward doing the themes that interest me. Do they move me? Interest me? Make me think? When I run across something that is provocative in an unsettling way, it appeals to me.
  • It's a nice position to be in; I'm lucky. At the same time, all the excitement of that has been put into stark perspective ... In some ways, the highs of it have been blunted, which in a way, is a gift.
  • The more you can create that magic bubble, that suspension of disbelief, for a while, the better.
  • I'm an actor and, each time out, I'm trying to convince the audience that I'm this character. Every little thing that people know about you as a person impedes your ability to achieve that kind of terrific suspension of disbelief that happens when an audience goes with an actor and character [he's] playing.
  • I've never felt any particular encroachment of the 'celebrity' stuff into my life.
  • Fame is very corrosive and you have to guard very strictly against it.
  • If I ever have to stop taking the subway, I'm gonna have a heart attack.
  • Life, like poker has an element of risk. It shouldn't be avoided. It should be faced.
  • I don't smoke and I don't want to smoke. I am not a fan of gratuitous smoking in films.
  • Acting? It's a longstanding compulsion I've had since I was about five or six years old. I can literally identify the moment it struck me. I went to see a play [If I Were a Princess] in which a babysitter of mine [Betsy True, who later acted on Broadway] was performing. I was completely shell-shocked by the magic of this little community-theater play; it just riveted me.

About Edward

On American History X

  • Norton is perfect for the role. Even in the grip of passion, he acts as though he's a reasonable guy, leading from his head.
    • The San Francisco Chronicle
  • One of the movie's chief assets is a magnetic lead performance by Edward Norton. He has been loudly heralded in the past for his showy work in Primal Fear and The People vs. Larry Flynt, but I think the actor has really proven himself this year. In Rounders he was a perfectly wiry, likable Ratzo Rizzo-style heel who easily seduced golden boy Matt Damon into his grifting schemes. Here, he does a remarkable turnabout as an intensely charismatic, beefed-up skinhead who lives by his own twisted, hatefully bigoted rhetoric.
    • Mr. Showbiz
  • There's scarcely a false note to the performance of either Furlong or Norton, the latter an almost certain Academy Award nominee.
    • Box Office Magazine

On Rounders

  • Norton is electrifyingly good. He's genuinely scary and that gives the audience every reason to fear for Mike's safety.
    • Louis B. Hobson: Calgary Sun
  • Norton...is terrific as the bottom-feeding Worm, simultaneously funny and infuriating.
    • Kansas City Star
  • Norton is superb in one of the bad-boy roles that will probably color the shape of his career.
    • The Washington Post
  • Norton energizes virtually every scene he's in. The guy's been in four movies and he's been great in each of them as totally different characters: a psycho in "Primal Fear," a green but likable lawyer in "The People vs. Larry Flynt," a young Manhattanite in love in "Everyone Says I Love You" and now this lowlife gambler. He's utterly natural, as is Damon, but in a completely different way. Norton's a chameleon who turns into whatever character he's playing.
    • The Post-Gazette

On Everyone Says I Love You

  • Norton...is a joy to watch. He is genuinely befuddled as his character gets swept away by the emotions that make him want to sing.
    • Box Office Magazine

On Primal Fear

  • He brilliantly mixes timidity and rage in developing a character who is at once sympathetic and scary. Audiences are likely to find they can't get enough of his exceptional performance, as well as his coy smile.
    • The San Francisco Chronicle

On "The Illusionist"

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