So, now I've been to see a drug counselor who told me I need to lay off the drugs and talk about my feelings, and a shrink who heard what I had to say and immediately put me on drugs.
She's right. I don't trust her farther than I can run full-steam in a corset, but she's right. The truth is hard and unfair, but there it is.
People will believe anything if it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it.
People will be who they are, and there is not enough magic in any world to change that.
Os melhores alunos da minha escola vendem drogas para os melhores alunos da sua.
Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that we’ve got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead. He’s not dead; just very tired.
Live life as if today is your last day living. :-)
I’m from the health department. You’ve heard of Typhoid Mary? This fella’s got enough typhoid to start his own colony.
It's as if I've inherited a skin I cannot quite fit, and so I walk about constantly pulling and and tugging, pinning and pruning, trying desperately to fill it out, hoping that no one will look at me...
It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.
I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.
I don’t want to have this conversation. It’s sunny out. There’s bacon downstairs. My life is starting over today. I’ve just made it official.
How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage, for that matter.
Creen que me conocen, pero no es así.
Choices. That's what made a man. Wasn't it?
But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.
But as he listened to the moans and cries of those around him, he understood that hope was not a concept of faith meant to bring man closer to God but one of denial and delusion meant to keep him from...
Bloody clothing is often a clue that something has gone awry.
And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.
Agent Jones held Sinjin’s face in his hands. I’m going to make balloon animals. People need balloon animals.How right you are, strange delusional man, Sinjin said.