Give me a platform of ideas and harmonies on which to gesture and unfurl my wings. Give me a place to stand.
Everybody has their story to tell.
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...
By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.
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...
American love — like coke in green glass bottles...they don't make it anymore.
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...
There are people.There are stories.The people think they shape the stories, but the reverse if often closer to the truth.Stories shape the world. They exist independently of people, and in places quit...
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...
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...
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...
Los símbolos tiene poder, Netley... Poder suficiente como para retorcerle el estómago incluso a alguien como tú... O como para relegar a la mitad de este planeta a la esclavitud.
I still can't believe it . . . him comin' here everyday, nobody realizin'. Still, that's life: lotta stuff happens under the waterline.
Each day and every deed’s eternal, little boy. Live them in such a way that you can bear to live with them eternally.
Who imprisoned me here? Who keeps me here? Who can release me? Who's controlling and constraining my life except...me?
Above, great constellations wheeled to which our bonfire sparks ascended in their tiny mimicry
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...