The Best James Lasombra Quotes

James: [Interrupts Pontifex Receptionist] Oh, yeah. No, no, I get all that. I grew up in San Francisco.

James: You're not telling me anything.
Garrett: I am telling you. You're just not listening.

James: Yeah, no.

Arthur: The empty man is a meditation. A focal point for the targeted manifestation of hidden energies.
James: Right, and already you're starting to lose me.
Arthur: Just as man feeds and is fed by the biosphere, the atmosphere, so it is our thoughts feed and are fed by the noosphere... the sum of all conscious thought, transmission from which can be stimulated through the application of certain vectors, very much like a virus. You can't see it.
James: Well, what is... It?
Arthur: The veil between form and flesh and the means by which it can be pierced and the two allowed to commingle. We're each of us blind in our way. Distractions rob us of focus. Technology robs us of memory. Repetition robs us of comprehension. You know the child's game: if you say your names enough times it becomes gibberish. That holds true for whole concepts, even entire bodies of thought. For example, take Nietzsche's old line: if you stare into an abyss, it also states into you. Right? Well, that has been rendered meaningless through repetition. It's a refrigerator magnet, it's a cliche. It's harmless. But when was the last time you really thought about that? What is an abyss, and if you stare into it, why? What about it calls to you? If it stares into you, it stands to reason something in you must also be calling to it. And that, my friend, is anything but harmless, if you really reflect on it. So the question becomes: if profound meaning can be robbed of something by so simple a task as repetition, which is more fundamental, which is more true - your name, or the gibberish. That... is the empty man.

James: So, you doing the whole Neal Cassidy thing?
Garrett: I don't know who that is.

[after watching and escaping cult practices]
James: What the fuck was that? What the fuck was that?
James: [maces Garrett] Hey, Neal Cassidy.