Max Payne Quotes: A Journey Through the Noir Narrative

The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. – Max Payne

When you’re looking down at the wrinkled body of the woman you loved, you realize you’re no hero – Max Payne

The darker the night, the more visible the stars. – Max Payne

Death is inevitable. Our fear of it makes us play safe, blocks out emotion. – Max Payne

The deeper you sink into the darkness, the more you see. – Max Payne

A bullet is a man’s best friend. You’re never alone as long you’ve got a bullet. – Max Payne

They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. – Max Payne

You’d find that Lady Luck was really a hooker. You were fresh out of cash. – Max Payne

The truth was burning green crack through my brain. Weapon statistics hanging in the air, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye. Endless repetition of the act of shooting, time slowing down to show off my moves. – Max Payne

The moment of stillness, right before you pull the trigger. That?s the stuff that keeps me going. – Max Payne

He’d become a statistic on a government chart, buried deep under ’cause of death’. – Max Payne

You’d have better luck playing Pick Up Sticks with your butt cheeks than crossing the street and getting out of this alive. – Max Payne

We can’t change the past, but we can make the present worth living. – Max Payne

When you’re in the middle of a firefight, you’re mostly trying not to die. The moment after when the smoke clear and you see what’s left of the destruction, that?s the real nightmare. – Max Payne

There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask ‘why me?’ and ‘what if?’. – Max Payne

The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper, more terrible it grows behind you. – Max Payne

There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask ‘Why me?’ and ‘What if?’. When you look back and see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or forked lightning. – Max Payne

They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was over. – Max Payne

Death is inevitable. Our fear of it makes us play safe, blocks out emotion. It’s a losing game. Without passion, you are already dead. – Max Payne

The truth was a burning green crack through my brain. Weapon statistics hanging in the air, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye. the repetitious act of shooting, time slowing down to show off my moves. The paranoid feel of someone controlling my every step. I was in a computer game. Funny as Hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of. – Max Payne

When you’re looking down the barrel of a gun, time slows down. Your whole life flashes by, heartbreak and scars. – Max Payne

You’d find that Lady Luck was really a hooker, and you were fresh out of cash. – Max Payne

I don’t know about angels, but it’s fear that gives men wings. – Max Payne

There was a blind spot in my head, a bullet-shaped hole where the answers should be. Call it denial. I wanted to dig inside my skull and scrape out the pain. – Max Payne

The sun went down with practiced bravado. Twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding. – Max Payne

Mine wasn’t the most original approach to the problem. It wasn’t as if it hadn’t all been done before. An eye for an eye, the first principle of revenge. Old as dirt, still going strong. The cardinal rule in going after someone with an intention to kill was not to make it personal – which it almost always ended up being anyway. It did with me. – Max Payne.

I had a dream of my wife. She was dead, but it was OK. – Max Payne

Like all the bad things in my life, it started with the death of a woman. I couldn’t save her. – Max Payne.

The genius of the hole: no matter how long you spend climbing out, you can still fall back down in an instant. – Max Payne

Your past is like pieces of a broken mirror. You try to pick them up, but you only end up cutting yourself. – Max Payne.

I had taken on the role of the mythic detective: Bogart as Marlowe, or Sam Spade going after the Maltese Falcon to unravel all the mysteries. – Max Payne. These are tributes to Max Payne’s introspective and dark narrative style. No matter how grim, there’s always a silver lining of philosophy in it.

The past is a gaping hole. Your only chance is to turn around and face it.

Death is inevitable. Our fear of it makes us play safe, blocks out emotion. It’s a losing game.

There’s no such thing as fate. Only the story of your life being written in real-time.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

I don’t know about angels, but it’s fear that gives men wings.

All my life, I had been afraid of doing what I knew needed to be done. Afraid to give all and fail.

Vladimir was one of those old-time bad guys with honor and morals, which made him almost one of the good guys.

You’d find that Lady Luck was really a hooker, and you were fresh out of cash.

After Y2K, the end of the world had become a cliche. But who was I to talk, a brooding underdog avenger alone against an empire of evil, out to right a grave injustice?

When you’re looking down the barrel of a gun, time slows down. Your whole life flashes by, heartbreak and scars.

The genius of the hole: no matter how long you spend climbing out, you can still fall back down in an instant.

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.

When you’re waking up, the world is a blur. What was clear in a dream, suddenly makes no sense. No surreal rescues. No easy magic way out.

The flames couldn’t burn away the past. They only made the shadows behind me leap higher.

You can’t run away from your past, it’s always right behind you.

I had taken on the role of the mythic detective: Bogart as Marlowe, or as Spade going after the Maltese Falcon. To unravel all the mysteries, following a path of clues to that final revelation, even if it would take me down to the cold, cavernous depths of a grave.

Every step I took towards the darkness was taking me farther away from the light.

A funhouse is a linear sequence of scares. Take it or leave it is the only choice given. It’s a narrative of fear.

The truth was a burning green crack through my brain. Weapon statistics hanging in the air, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye. Endless repetition of the act of shooting, time slowing down to show off my moves. The paranoid feel of someone controlling my every step. I was in a computer game.

I was still a couple of blocks away when I heard the bomb go off. It made a sound so loud it was like dying. A thousand deaths in an instant.