I guess sometimes the past just catches up with you, whether you want it to or not. Usually death row was called "The Last Mile". We called ours "The Green Mile" - the floor was the color of faded limes. We had the electric chair, "Old Sparky" we called it. Oh, I've lived a lot of years, Ellie, but 1935 - that takes the prize. That year I had the worst urinary infection of my life, andÖ that wasÖ that was also the year ofÖ John Coffey andÖ the two dead girls.
What happens on the mile stays on the mile. Always has.
I've done some things in my life I'm not proud of, but this is the first time I've ever felt in real danger of hell.
A big man is ripping your ears off Percy. I'd do as he says.
That man is mean and careless and stupid, and that's a bad combination in a place like this. Sooner or later, he's gonna get somebody hurt, or worse.
And you, Elaine. You'll die, too. And my curseÖ is knowing that I'll be there to see it. It's my torment, you see. It's my punishment for lettin' John Coffey ride the lightnin'. For killin' a miracle of God. Ö You'll be gone like all the others, and I'll have to stay. Oh, I'll die eventually ó of that I'm sure. I have no illusions of immortality. But I will have wished for deathÖ long before death finds me. In truth, I wish for it already.
We each owe a death ó there are no exceptions ó but, oh God, sometimes the Green Mile seems so long.
Why, they's angels. Angels just like up in heaven.
Bar-be-QUE! Me and you! Stinky-pinky, fue-fue-fue! Wen't Billy, Jilly, Hilly or Pa! It was a french-fried cajon named Delacroix! WOO!