از زمانی که تمدن به وجود اومد، یه سری ظالم کنترل وظایفی از زندگی ما رو به عهده گرفتن که ما باید خودمون کنترلشونو به عهده میگرفتیمبا این کار اونا قدرتو از ما گرفتنبا دست روی دست گذاشتن عملاً واگذارش کر...
A world grows up around me. Am I shaping it, or do its predetermined contours guide my hand?
As I come to understand Vietnam and what it implies about the human condition, I also realize that few humans will permit themselves such an understanding.
Blake understood. Treated it like a joke, but he understood. He saw the cracks in society, saw the little men in masks trying to hold it together...he saw the true face of the twentieth century and ch...
Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers... and all of a sudden, nobody...
Each day and every deed’s eternal, little boy. Live them in such a way that you can bear to live with them eternally.
Everybody has their story to tell.
Give me a platform of ideas and harmonies on which to gesture and unfurl my wings. Give me a place to stand.
I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
In heaven's name be a man, sir! Your pitiful whining sickens me!
Nite-Owl: Look, I just meant we took enough unnecessary risks retrieving your outfit this morning...Rorschach: Unnecessary? Cowering down here in sludge and pollution, conjuring names on screens, lear...
Perhaps in the process of reconstructing its corporeal form, this new and wholly original entity achieved a complete mastery of all matter; able to shape reality by the manipulation of its basic build...
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage v...
Who imprisoned me here? Who keeps me here? Who can release me? Who's controlling and constraining my life except...me?
The most probable of all my theorems, is that life is ordered by the principles of some religion so peculiar and obscure it has no followers, and none may fathom it, nor know the rituals by which to c...
American love — like coke in green glass bottles...they don't make it anymore.
Above, great constellations wheeled to which our bonfire sparks ascended in their tiny mimicry
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