Helgas flashback #20
"Let me guess. Andy’s a real special kid, and to him, you’re his buddy, his best friend, and when Andy plays with you it’s like… even though you’re not moving, you feel like you’re alive, because that’s how he sees you."
Helgas flashback #19
"I never thought I could be a real model, you know fashion-shit, cause I’m better at full body stuff It.8 okay so long as the photographer doesn’t come on to you and expect something for no pay I’m trying to make a living, you know, and I like to be professional ‘Course if the guy wants to pay me, then shit-yeah. Here I am for him. I’ll sell my ass, I do it on the street all the time for cash. And I’ll be on the cover of a book. It’s when you start doing it for free that you start to grow wings, Right, Mike?"
Helgas flashback #18
"You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
(Help me…)
I broke apart my insides
(Help me…)
I’ve got no soul to sell
(Help me…)
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself"
Helgas flashback #16
Well, take it or leave it. If you want to save yourself some money, don’t fuck her. Cause you’ll be back here every night for some more. Man, she’s twelve and a half years old. You never had no pussy like that. You can do anything you want with her. You can cum on her, fuck her in the mouth, fuck her in the ass, cum on her face, man. She get your cock so hard she’ll make it explode. But no rough stuff, all right?
Helgas flashback #15
"In the grand design, women were definitely drawn from a different set of blueprints."
Helgas flashback #14
"Rumours abound that director Elem Klimov used hypnosis on his fledgling actor Aleksei Kravchencko, the twisted soul of his story, to extract the emotional, even existential, shock of reaction to unknowable things. Whatever the case, it must stand as one of the greatest child performances. Through a series of intense close-ups, reactionary shots to death’s myriad forms, Kravchencko’s face is a map of terror and incipient madness, but there is a gradual closing up, a sealing off from horror."
Helgas flashback #13
"I was 12 going on 13 the first time I saw a dead human being. It happened in the summer of 1959 – a long time ago, but only if you measure in terms of years. I was living in a small town in Oregon called Castle Rock; there were only twelve hundred and eighty-one people, but to me it was the whole world."
Helgas flashback #12
"I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free."
Helgas flashback #11
"Do know what’s gonna be here? Right here? A lake. As far as the eyes can see. Hundreds of feet deep. Hundreds of feet deep. Did you ever look out over a lake and think of somethin’ buried underneath it? Buried underneath it. Well man, that’s just about as buried as you can get."