"I can’t help it," said the scorpion. "It’s my nature."

"You're acting stubborn and ignorant," Daddy said. "Collective absence of pain can't eliminate it's existance. As they say, the palette is drawn to the canvas."

i turned around and saw an angel

struggle without killing torture without satisfaction conflict without resolution hatred without an outlet no one left to direct it toward but myself

Good doggies are good doggies.

That's how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don't earn it. It's given.

Always an angel, never a god

I hope that we can be together again one day

There's no point in worrying about those kids on feelings and intuition alone.

I ate three slices before the taste rose to room temperature; in this way, I became "full" of the pain that makes one invisible to another, and I thereby understood the kind of warmth an unlovable girl could obtain.

Days like these used to assure me I was real and lovable. Things that exist, children of the pleasures, have freedom to be idle and nevertheless continue to be real.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

You feel her clammy hand touch your back.

That's how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don't earn it. It's given.

You feel her warm breath on your face.

Of course she didn't cure me. It just felt nice. That someone loved me enough. To do what she did. But she's just a dog. She's not magic.

Lost in the fog of your own mind... certain people could respect that.

Of course I recognize you. Those eyes. That nose. That’s still you.

And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all?

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

You tell me it's a cruel world and we're all running around in circles. I know that. I've been on this earth just as many days as you.

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

Of course I recognize you. Those eyes. That nose. That’s still you.

A picture of a life, in a picture of life, in a picture of a life. How deep must repetition still our movements until the very air we breathe is stale?

how many times can you photocopy a photocopy before it's illegible?

i wish the world was kinder to you. i wish your past had been easier. but i hope i can make your future something to look forward to.

You really are a shadow of what you were back then. Well, every good thing has to end.

The world's gone beautiful because it's about to die.

While a house may hunger, it cannot starve. And so in fever and anger and loneliness, it may simply lie in wait. Doors open. Shades drawn. Hallways empty. Hungry.

To catch her, you had to lie, but it may not be a lie forever.

What cannot be said will be wept

Its some weird moment of vulnerability. The utter shock of it all crumbling a small hole in the wall he made to hide how much he secretly hated himself.

I am Jack's broken heart.

I am Jack's broken heart.

The stars are so fucking beautiful out here, man.

That's how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don't earn it. It's given.

I turn around and see it bending over my head

you're in hell, you all are

The world's gone beautiful because it's about to die.

I wanted to destroy something beautiful.

Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.

Her aunt continued to bake wonderful cakes and leave them by the door. "I hope you're okay, Pars," they would say. I ate them myself and they made me very happy and warm.

When I choose to see the good side of things, I'm not being naive. It is strategic and necessary. It's how I've learned to survive through everything.

I don't know. The only thing I do know... is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind - especially when we don't know what's going on.

I hope that we can be together again one day

The world is as big as you want it to be.

Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.

And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

You tell me it's a cruel world and we're all running around in circles. I know that. I've been on this earth just as many days as you.