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I just know that every man I kill, the farther away from home I feel.
There's no greater story than ours, that of man and woman. It will be a story of giants... invisible... transposable... a story of new ancestors.
Never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.
The eyes, Chico. They never lie.
She just seems different, you know? I don't know, I just got a feeling about her. You know when a song comes on and you just gotta dance?
Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss; but every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and once you do, nothing will ever compare.
Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that little girl on the bridge, was to bring me closer to you.
Tell me something I can hold on to forever and never let go.
You don't have to understand. You just have to have faith... faith in destiny.
If you're in some kind of trouble, we can fix it. I love you, and I can't let you go. There's no safer place for you than here with me.
It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together... and I knew it.
Love can't always be perfect. Love is just love.
A census taker once tried to test me. I are his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
Everything? What's the point? I mean, I sure as shit don't know. Neither does anybody else, okay? We're just winging it, you know? The good news is you're feeling stuff. And you've got to hold on to that.
We all fear death and question our place in the universe. The artist's job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.
I'm warning you, if you take one step closer, I'm never letting you go.
Do you know why people like violence? It is because it feels good. Humans find violence deeply satisfying. But remove the satisfaction, and the act becomes... hollow.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
For if you figure a way to live without serving a master, any master, then let the rest of us know, will you? For you'd be the first person in the history of the world.
Popularity is the slutty little cousin of prestige.