In the theatre, people talk. Talk, talk until the cows come home about journeys of discovery and about what Hazlitt thought of a line of Shakespeare. I can't stand it.
Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.
Well, everyone likes movies when they're a little kid.
We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It's a death trap.