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

- They need to send people down to check every inch of that place. Like, inspectors or whatever. Is that a thing? Inspectors? - Yeah. There are inspectors. Mark has b...I mean, out here, you have been trying to figure out what Lumon does. What you do. - Okay. I just...I just want to know why. Why

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

– Je les aime toutes, mais j'accrocherais jamais ça chez moi. – Pour vrai? Qu'est-ce qui te fait dire ça? – Je sais pas, sont agressives, tu trouves pas? Les coups de pinceau, le papier déchiré, c'est quasiment du vandalisme. C'est le travail de quelqu'un qui a beaucoup de ressentiment.

But most of all, he wanted to thank them for doing all they had. He wanted to acknowledge how much they did for him when he wasn't aware enough to realize and when his mind was gnawing at itself until he couldn't take it anymore.

I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents.

The two top guys in developmental had become anti-office. Our situation had bred an us-against-the-world mentality already. If they think Seth has an attitude, good, fuck 'em, he should have an attitude. If I make them uncomfortable, if they don't like the fact I won't kiss anybody's ass, good,

I’ve seen evil, it’s nothing like me. It’s nothing, nothing, nothing, NOTHING like you.

This time around, I trust myself Please everybody else but myself All else fails, I was myself Out done fear, out done myself

And I want my anger to be healthy And I want my anger just for me And I need my anger not to control And I want my anger to be me

You are here to be consistent and show up for yourself–and others. To move away from avoidance and escapism. In a past life you winged it. Now is the time to contribute something useful and healing to the world. To see the magic in the physical world & the mundane. To try.

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

He knows he's thrown himself into his work because it's easier than watching Viktor die. He knows he spends hours at the forge because he needs to hide his own violence from himself and from Viktor, his pummelling grief, his rage. He didn't want to scare Viktor with how deep it went, didn't want to

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,

– This place is a utopia–that is, an abuse of nature. The Utopia must be destroyed. It's evil. – What is a utopia, Aglaya? Let's talk for the last time. What is provoking your hatred so much? – This place is a utopia–that is, an abuse of nature. The Utopia must be destroyed. It's

Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will follow you.

A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.

All together they have more death than we, but all together, we have more life than they. There is more bloody death in their hands than we could ever wield, unless we lay down our souls to become like them, and then we will lose everything.

Prisoners of dreams can build, but they cannot rule. Moreover, you have to be resolute, mature, and independent to break free from childhood. Only the most outstanding children can do it.

I guess you already know I'm not much of a believer. The thing is, we–I could use a little something to help keep us going. Some kind of…acknowledgment. Some indication I'm doing the right thing. You don't know how hard that is to know.

He talked about something beautiful, something living. It isn't all death out there. It can't be. We just have to be strong enough after everything we've seen to still believe that. Why is it better for Carl to live even in this world? He talked about the deer, Lori. He talked about the deer.

The hero is a doll, but so are the children. The real game is what's happening between you and us.

The deeper the water, the deeper the freeze The sweeter the blood is, the fatter the fleas

- You have to let it go. Not your humanity, not your moral feelings, but this fucking...longing for annihilation. It's not going to end how you hope it will. - How will it end? - With me holding you. That's how it will always end.

– A skeptic is only interested in being right. I'm only interested in finding truth. – Even if there's a chance your theories are wrong? – Especially then, because it means I might be on my way to discovering something new.

– It’s strange. I never thought of it like that before. Is it really that simple? – Being yourself isn’t simple.

screaming take me as I am or kill me screaming peel my skin off like a blindfold screaming love me despite the horror screaming please, God, love me because of it.

SHINJI: I am doing my best! Somebody be nice to me. I've fought so hard! I'm fighting with everything I've got! Treat me well! Be nice to me!

An artwork is, as Beckett wrote, a desecration of silence.

I ask god to send a swordsman / and god says ‘look at your hands’

“I'm no good at anything anymore,” he says, muffled. And Viktor knows what he means, even if he doesn't think it's true. The way he struggles to walk, to make himself eat.His visions in the middle of a clear afternoon, when nothing should torment him but everything does.

PCG: SO WHEN WE MADE HIM, AND WATCHED HIM GROW IN THE MIDDLE OF SKAIA PCG: I KIND OF FELT LIKE HE DIDN'T LOOK SO GOOD. PCG: LIKE HE WAS SICK. PCG: I THINK I GAVE HIM CANCER. PCG: I GAVE YOUR WHOLE UNIVERSE CANCER, JADE. PCG: SORRY.

The ones that are trampled upon create art to comfort their hearts, bringing forth value on an axis completely separate from instinct. Even if they’re unable to fight, even if they’re weak, even if they’re not loved by anyone at all… They can continue living.

All artworks, even the affirmative, are a priori polemical. The idea of a conservative artwork is inherently absurd.

But anyway nothing is gonna save us forever. But a lot of things can save us today. So anyway. Song and pizza. We earned it by still being alive for another day.