Donald Ripley: It has become appallingly clear that our technology has surpassed our humanity.
Powder: Albert Einstein.
Donald Ripley: When I look at you, I have
hope that maybe one day our humanity will surpass our technology.”
Powder: I want to go
home. Do you
understand that? I want to go home. … I saw that I don't like what you do. Any of you. … You
pretend to be my
friend, the way you pretend everything. A friend doesn't lock you up. A friend doesn't take you away from your home, and say that its for your own
good. How long do you really think I'll let you keep me here?
Powder: Have you ever
listened to
people from the inside? Listened so close you can hear their
thoughts — and all their
memories. Hear them think from places they don't even know they think from?
Deputy Harley Duncan: That
kid, he lays his
hand on the deer while it's still shaking, and then he
touches me at the same
time. Now, I can't figure out
why — till my
heart starts pounding, and I'm shaking, and I'm
feeling myself hurt and
scared crapless, slipping away in the goddamned
dark. That's the worst thing I ever felt. Its like I could feel that animal
dying.
Hell, it was like I
was the goddamned thing.
Powder: I've never been to
school. I've
read about it though.
Jessie: But, you said you read
all these books?
[Picking up a copy of Moby-Dick] : Have you read this book? … I know college kids who couldn't wade through this one.
Powder: Pick a page.
Jessie [looks into book]: 216.
Powder [reciting from memory] : "Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the
world, of which the weariest will never weary? Where is the foundling's
father hidden? Our
souls are like those orphans whose unwedded
mothers die in bearing them: the
secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to
learn it."
Jessie: You know that
whole book?
Powder: I know them
all.
[Jessie steps out and gazes at the cellar lined with books].
Sheriff Barnum: You telling me the kid electrocuted the old man? What, you think he's
Doctor Frankenstein?
Deputy Harley Duncan: I'm just saying that that's more than albino, Doug — that is
spooky.
Sheriff Barnum: I never thought we'd find a man too white for you there, Harley.
Powder: The worst day I can
remember was in a hospital
.
Sheriff Barnum: What day was that?
Powder: The day I was
born.
Powder: When a
thunderstorm comes up, I can feel it inside. When
lightning comes down, I can feel it wanting to come to me. Grandma said it was
God. She said the white fire was
God. Do you believe in
God, Sheriff? That it was
God who took my mother?
Sheriff Doug Barnum: Hey —
took your mother? Your grandfolks told you that?
Powder: I
remember it.
Lindsey: What are people like, on the inside?
Powder: Inside most people there's a
feeling of being separate —
separated from everything.
Lindsey:
And?
Powder: And they're
not. They're part of
absolutely everyone, and
everything.
Lindsey: Everything? I'm part of this
tree? Part of Zach barking over fences? You're telling me that I'm part of some fisherman in
Italy, on some
ocean I've never even heard of? There's some guy sitting on
death row — I'm part of him too?
Powder: You don't believe me.
Lindsey: It's hard to believe that —
all of that.
Powder: That's because you have
this spot that you can't see past. My grams and gramps had it, the spot where they were taught they were disconnected from
everything.
Lindsey: So that's what they'd see if they could? That they're connected?
Powder: And how
beautiful they
really are. And that there's no need to hide, or
lie. And that it's possible to talk to someone without any lies, with no sarcasms, no deceptions, no exaggerations or any of the things that people use to confuse the
truth.
Lindsey: I
don't know a
single person who does that.