Virginia Killing Sticks


This is one of my favorite monologues from any movie. It explains why we make bad decisions that we think are good ideas.  Or conversely, how we can create good ideas through bad decisions, despite the fact that the consequences may be detrimental to our well being.  It is because our ego overrides logic every time.  Unless you’re Ghandi or Mother Teresa.  So here it is…

“You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?  All you need to know about life is contained within those four walls.  You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur – the gold packet of king size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, Pete, is a lie.  Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion, written in boring bold black and white, is a statement that these neat little soldiers of death are in fact trying to kill you. and that, Pete, is the truth. Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and I’m addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren.That which starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet.  That is why you and I love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back.  Now please, pass me a light.”

– Vincent West