Good words in 《The.Shawshank.Redemption》

Good words in 《The.Shawshank.Redemption》

Get busy living or get busy dying.

Remember, Red,hope is a good thing.maybe the best of things.And no good thing ever dies.

RED：
Sometimes it makes me sad, though Andy being gone.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 them up does rejoice.But still the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone.I guess I just miss my friend.

A:
Please sit down.
Ellis Boyd Redding.your files say you've served
40 years of a life sentence.You feel you've been rehabilitated?

RED:
Rehabilitated?Well, now, let me see.
I don't have any idea what that means.

A:
It means are you ready to rejoin to society?

RED:
I know what you think it means, sonny.To me it's just a made-up word.A politician's word so that.
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?

A:
Well, are you?

RED:
There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret.
Not because I'm in here
or 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 and 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 forms
sonny, and stop wasting my time.Because to tell you the truth,I don't give a shit.

Brooks:
Dear fellas:
I can't believe how fast things move on the outside.I saw an automobile once when I was a kid but now they're everywhere.The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.The parole board got me into this halfway house.called "The Brewer" and a job,bagging groceries at the Food-Way.It's hard work and I try to keep up,but my hands hurt most of the time.I don't think the store manager likes me very much.Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the birds.I keep thinking,Jake might just show up and say hello.But he never does.I hope, wherever he is, he's doing okay and making new friends.
   I have trouble sleeping at night.I have bad dreams like I'm falling.I wake up scared.Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am.Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Food-Way so they'd send me home.I could shoot the manager while I was at it. Sort of like a bonus.I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore.I don't like it here.I'm tired of being afraid all the time.
I've decided......not to stay.
I doubt they'll kick up any fuss......not for an old crook like me.
P.S. Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat.
No hard feelings.
                                                       Brooks.

ANDY：
You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?They say it has no memory.That's where I want to live the rest of my life.A warm place with no memory.Open up a little hotel right on the beach.Buy some worthless old boat and fix it up new.Take my guests out charter fishing.