“I never used your card.” “So confuse ‘em a little. They won’t check. They don’t know. You ain't been on the hook before. Take it easy, George.” "I can't," he said, meaning that he could not let Mannie lie for him, could not stop him from lying for him, could not take it easy, could not go on.

Anyway, so what if he was crazy? What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?

No good. No way out. Orr was where he had been for months—alone: knowing he was insane and knowing he was not insane, simultaneously and intensely. It was enough to drive him insane.

“I didn't want it! I don't want it now!” Will cried. “If you want it, you can have it! I hate it, and I hate what it does—” “Too late. You haven't any choice: you're the bearer. It's picked you out. And, what's more, they know you've got it;

Students worry about choosing their way. I always tell them, "you can go anywhere from anywhere."

If that's your family, then handle it as such Don't let the socials gas you up or let emotions be your crutch Pick up the phone and bust it up before the history is lost Hand-to-handshake is good when you have a heart-to-heart

Tomorrow will come, even if you turn your head away or try to escape. I don't think you should think too much about how you will handle tomorrow. Even if you are anxious about tomorrow, make sure you sleep well today. Don't sacrifice today for a tomorrow you dread.

On the other side of love lives oblivion. You will find me there.

The world spun and he laughed as he looked up at the sun, piercing and blinding him. He was finally flung hard all the way across the arena floor and he slid through the sand. He coughed and spat up, but got up to his elbows. It was good to live. It was good to live.

– When I grow up and become an adult like you, I'm going to be a puppeteer. Like Mark Immortell. I'll do magic tricks, pull puppets by the strings and tell fortune from someone else's bones! – A daring dream. So you want to manipulate others? – It's either that or the other way round...

His pursuit of pain led him into overworking and overambition. It led him to nothing more than that–Everything reaches a point. The self-prescription of pain led to a higher tolerance, his overambition became less reward-system and more prison-system, the capital punishment being isolation.

– What is your duty, oynon? – My duty is to find out the truth and to act in good conscience. This is what both the Powers That Be and the Inquisitor have demanded of me–yet both of them have concealed the crucial truth.

art is such a primal thing to me like rage or care of play and the internet acts as the sentiment's exact polar opposite just chuck that heart into your work with as much force as you can cuz i love seeing how far you can throw

Maybe you and I and the fish exist only in the memory of a person who is gone. Maybe no one really exists, and it's only raining outside. Maybe the bird never existed at all.

Something broke inside of him in Ethiopia, at fifteen, choking on smoke and burning with ash. And, sure, he crawled his way out of his grave and took a nice bath in some glowing green fountains of youth, but Jason isn't whole.

“What don’t you understand?” Jason asks patiently. Damian scrunches his face at the crucifix, considering his answer. Gone are the days where he might call Jason an idiot without any further explanation. "It's...brutal," Damian decides on. "What's there to worship?"

I am glad the printer's gone, but a part of me can't help feeling guilty that I didn't let all the other Mickeys have a chance at life. But I have to stop feeling guilty. It's okay for me to be happy.

Speak, see, remember The crimes it took to get you through Deadbeat December

The gentle papas with kind eyes. The tired cold one with steel just for himself. They didn't build this sickly leaden thing at the center. The thirsty mad thing. The violent thing turning inward and shredding, shredding, shredding.

- Can you prove it's a sensible choice? - Haruspex will. I trust him. He’ll speak the language of the scary tales of our long-lost childhood—the language l've forgotten already. Let him tell you of his relationship with this tribal kin. That's the recipe for saving the town, as far as I understand.

Gesicht is the one who told me! He said that nothing comes of hate! Hatred must be stopped!

I wondered what Hunter was really trying to say with that video. Was it that if you really wanna succeed, you have to do more than work hard, bust your ass, or be good at what you do? Or was it that if you really want it, you have to be willing to sell yourself out entirely, get down on your knees

If you have a dream, never let go of it. Just hold onto it and keep working toward it.

Every emotion been deprived Even my strong points couldn't survive If I didn't learn to love myself, forgive myself a hundred times, dawg

You've gotta get your butt in gear and do it. Translate those ideas to cinema, or to a painting, or to whatever. And figure out a way to get it done.

I don't know why people expect art to make sense. Life doesn't make sense.

Virgo north node Pisces south node people are here to show us how to fuck up. They're here to show us just how much learning and care and understanding can happen when you fuck up and you let yourself be forgiven. They're here to show that being willing to fuck up can create possibilities that