The heresy of an age of reason. I see what is right and approve, but I do what is wrong.
Blessed tree and blessed birds, that were to be neither saved nor damned.
And I thought to myself, Hell and blast you all, if all you bastards are on the side of Good then I'm glad I belong to the other shop.
Speak up for me, sir, for I'm not so bad. I was led on by the treachery of others.
Put it off for a bit. All life is putting off. Well, not entirely.
Power, power, everybody like wants power
Mas eu não conseguia deixar de me sentir um pouquinho decepcionado com as coisas do jeito que eram naquela época. Nada contra o que lutar de verdade. Tudo era fácil como tirar doce de criança. Mas a n...
It's funny how the colours of the like real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.
If Shakespeare required a word and had not met it in civilised discourse, he unhesitatingly made it up.
If I had died it would have been even better for you political bratchnies, would it not, pretending and treacherous droogs as you are.' But all that came out was er er er.
But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the CAUSE of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing malchick. They don't go into what is the cause of GOODNESS, so why of the other sh...
But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. ... And all...
Bueno, que me cuelguen si no es ese gordo maloliente, el cabrón Billy y toda la porquería. ¿Cómo estás, botellón de aceite de cocina barato? Acércate, que te daré una en los yarblocos, si es que los t...
The downtrodden who are the great creators of slang hurl pithiness and colour at poverty and oppression.
Yes yes yes, there it was. Youth must go, ah yes. But youth is only being in a way like it might be an animal. No, it is not just like being an animal so much as being one of these malenky toys you vi...
Каждый убивает то, что любит.
You were not put on this earth just to get in touch with God. That sort of thing could sap all the strength and the goodness out of a chelloveck.
Was war, then, the big solution after all? Were those crude early theorists right? War the great aphrodisiac, the great source of world adrenaline, the solvent of ennui, Angst, melancholia, accidia, s...
Then there was like quiet and we were full of like hate, so smashed what was left to be smashed.