“I swear to God, Maddie, it’s like you’re out of some modern-day fairy tale.”
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“I swear to God, Maddie, it’s like you’re out of some modern-day fairy tale.”
“I see it as part of our role to help the next generation find their own voices. Everyone has to walk into the light themselves. That space of exploration is where new ideas emerge, and the more we stay open, the more able we are to find harmony. We live in a world full of extraordinary souls.” (Nick Cave)
“Is any of this real? Could this possibly be the truth? Did such a day, I had to ask, really happen? Of course it did, George said. As inculcated, he began (in his accent it was a word that brought me great pleasure)—as inculcated as we are in the belief that we’re meant for some great purpose, that tomorrow, he said, we’ll live as the wealthy live, we are in truth conditioned to expect very little of our lives. It feels closed off to us to enjoy life. Yet we all have such days—at least once, but as often as not peppered throughout a life. These are the days we would see before we die, if it turns out to be true that we see anything at all.”

“Imagine describing a dog to someone who’s never seen one before and then asking them to draw it. They might get some things right, you know, but there is no way they would get everything right, you know? The devil is in the details.”
“Loss becomes the primary condition of living. That doesn’t mean you’re in a hopeless, grief-stricken state all the time; it just means that you carry a deeper understanding of what it is to be human. We suffer as human beings, but out of that can come enormous joys, and genuine happiness, too. It can run in tandem with this ordinary sense of suffering. Otherwise, joy doesn’t resonate fully. Joy seems to leap forth out of suffering. Regardless of your loss, you see how beautiful, how meaningful, how joyful the world can suddenly be. Human beings in general, you know, are fleeting things. That’s something to understand on a fundamental level. That we have value. That we are precious.”

“Ça ne manque pas, les chambres. The world is full of rooms— big rooms, little rooms, round rooms, square ones, rooms high up, rooms low down—all kinds of rooms! What kind of room do you think Giovanni should be living in? How long do you think it took me to find the room I have? And since when, since when”—he stopped and beat with his forefinger on my chest—“have you so hated the room? Since when? Since yesterday, since always? Dis-moi.”
“Rocky hate Mark.”

“Make people think again. We may believe that we’re at the pinnacle of awareness, civilization, and knowledge. We are, in fact, in the Dark Ages. Nobody is thinking for themselves. That’s why we need institutions to provide education, to offer a forum where things are open and where we can listen to alternative voices. Make people think again. It’s a simple thing. But think again.” (Alain Servais)

“You just got a presidential address. And it’s 1600 ‘Out of My Way, Bitch’ Boulevard!”

“Don’t look for gods in men; you’ll always be disappointed.”