[quoting Walt Whitman] "To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy."
Would you like to dance?
[to Simon] Maybe you shouldn't...
Let's not go overboard with this "staying alive" junk.
If, for some reason your life functions ceased, my most precious one, I would collapse, I would draw the shades and I would live in the dark. I would never get out of my slar phase or clean myself. My fluids would coagulate, my cone would shrivel, and I would die, miserable and lonely. The stench would be great.
Life is full of horror; nobody escapes, nobody; save yourself. Whatever pulls on you, whatever needs from you, threatens you. Don't be afraid; people are so afraid; don't be afraid to live in the raw wind, naked, alone... Learn at least this: What you are capable of. Let nothing stand in your way.
In the United States, the average age of entry into the commercial sex industry is 13 years old.
I got into the life when I was 12 years old. I was still entering into high school at the time.
I was in the life since I was 16.
I was 13.
I was 14.
I was 15.
13 1/2, going on 14.
I got in it when I was 12.
I started at the age of 13, and the sexploitation is like, at the age 13, what choices to I have?
To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles? To die, to sleep, no more! and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is air to. 'Tis a consummation devoutely to be wished. To die, to sleep, to sleep, perchance to dream; Aye there's the rub that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the laws delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? For who would Fardels bare to grunt and sweat under a dreary life. But that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose born, no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have then fly to others that we know not of. Thus conscious does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sickeled o'er with the pale cast of thought. And enterprises of great pith and moment, with this regard, their current turn ary, and lose the name of action. Soft you now thy fair Ophelia, Nymph in thy orisions. Be all my sins remembered
Now, as a blactino woman, I believe we deserve our own race category to forge an identity, Jerry. That's how I feel.
Did you just say "blactino"?
Yes, I did. I'm a blactino-American.
Wow. Uh, first of all... first of all, you don't even look latino. You look black. You're... You're black. Second of all, I'm of mixed race, and I've struggled my whole life as to whether I'm Chinese or whether I'm black.
Chinegro! What you are is chinegro!
Chinegro! There you go!
You are a chinegro!
What the [bleep]
That's what you are! Chinegro is you!
That's some bulls... [bleep]
OK, as I understand it, you brought a mixed-race flow chart with you. Why don't we bring that out? [Crowd shouting and booing]
[to a random heckler] How you doin', sugar? All right. I'm gonna call you later. Mwah. All right. [Crowd laughs]
Take a look at this... [she unveils the chart]
Blactino, blackasian, hispasian, OK? Now, for the Asian subcategories, [to the Chinegro woman]
I got you, sister. We have chinegro right here. That's you. Chinegro.
That's not a word! That's not a word!
Yes, it is, sister. We have koreagro. Japegro, OK? [Crowd laughs]
Chispanic, koreaspanic, and last but not least, check this out, y'all... japanic. [Crowd cheering]
That's how I flow with it!
Do you believe the government should recognise these racial subgroups?
Yes, Jerry, I do.
It's like you go to the beach. You go down to the water. It's a little cold. You're not sure you want to go in. There's a pretty girl standing next to you. She doesn't want to go in either. She sees you, and you know that if you just asked her her name, you would leave with her. Forget your life, whoever you came with, and leave the beach with her. And after that day, you remember. Not every day, every week... she comes back to you. It's the memory of another life you could have had. Today is that girl.
You can't outrun your occupation, Jonah. Hiding from me one place, you'll find me in another. I-I-I-I stop down the road waiting for you. You know me, prophet. You're a battered heart bleeding life in the universe of wounds. Vessel of the book now, on you, in you, in your blood we write, have written, stasis. The end.
This life is what you make it. Not matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, somg go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And babve, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up becuase if you give up, you'll never find your soul mate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.
Do I still Love you? Absolutely. There is not a doubt in my mind. Through all my mind, my ego... I was always faithful in my Love for you. That I made you doubt it, that is the great mistake of a Life full of mistakes. The truth doesn't set us free, Robin. I can tell you I Love you as many times as you can stand to hear it and all that does, the only thing, is remind us... that Love is not enough. Not even close.
I hope you made extra.
Who the hell are you?
Just a friend. But you can call me... the Riddler.
[grabs Riddler by the collar] We'll call you dead more likely! How did you find us here?
But then if I talked, what would keep you from killing me anyway, O Bifurcated One? [looks at Two-Face's disfigurement]
By the way, that's never gonna heal if you don't stop picking.
Oh? [puts pistol to Riddler's head]
Let's see if you bleed green!
Harvey! I don't think it's me you really want to kill. That'd be too easy for someone as sophisticated as you... and you. But Batman... [gasps]
Now, there's a challenge! Kill the Bat! Sounds like a good idea! [Two-Face feigns modesty]
Just think of it, a few bullets hit home, a quick splash of blood, and then what? Wet hands... post-homicidal depression. [whimpers]
Why not humiliate him first. Bring him to his knees, have him begging for mercy, and then when he's at his weakest... CRUSH HIM! [Two-Face snickers sinisterly]
I see that twinkle in your left eye. [whispers]
I can help you get Batman. [looks at Two-Face's pistol]
That is if you'll spare my life for just a few moments.
[cocks his head in amusment and puts his gun away] Heh...
We cannot control the things life does to us. They are done before you know it, and once they are done, they make you do other things. Until at last everything comes between you and the man you wanted to be.
Aw, come on! Let me out please! I need to make my mark!
Oh! You've made plenty of marks! All in the wrong places!
Please, just two minutes! I'll kill a dragon, my life will get infinitely better, I might even get a date!
You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these!
Okay fine! But this [gestures to a catapult machine]
will do it for me! [touches the machine and it fires the Ball Bolas and hits a man]
Okay see this right here [gestures to Hiccups machine]
is what I'm talking about!
But, it was mild calibration issues!
Don't you-Hiccup! If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all [gestures to all of Hiccup]
But you just pointed to all of me!
Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you!
Ohhh! [nodding and glaring at Gobber]
You sir are playing a dangerous game! Keeping this much raw viking-ness contained. There will be consequences!
I'll take my chances.
Quiet Woman at Restaurant:
When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered.
You will travel far, my little Kal-El, but we will never leave you-even in the face of our deaths. You will make my strength your own. You will see my life through your eyes, as your life will be seen through mine. The son becomes the father. And the father, the son.
The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
There's nothing you can do.
It can't be fixed.
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.
That was the day I stopped believing in the wild ardor of things. Perhaps in love, as well. That kind of love. The love in books and films. The love that tells us to abandon our lives and plans, all for one brief touch of Venus. So often we fail at that kind of love. The world just seems too fragile a place for it. And of every other kind, life remains full. Perhaps it's just we who are too fragile.
We spend our whole life trying to stop death. Eating, inventing, loving, praying, fighting, killing. But what do we really know about death? Just that nobody comes back. Then there comes a point - a moment - in life when your mind outlives its desires, its obsessions, when your habits survive your dreams, and when your losses... Maybe death is a gift. You wonder. All I can tell you is that by this time tomorrow I'll be dead. I know when. I just cannot say why. You have 24 hours to find out.
This morning I couldn't decide between a hamburger and a tuna melt. But my life made perfect sense. Now I know exactly want I want, but my life makes no sense. Somewhere between tuna melt and your aunt's tamales, life lost meaning and gained a purpose.
What are you saying?
I am saying- This is morning I was worried I'd met the girl of my dreams at the drycleaners and not recognised her. But you- You are what I never knew I always wanted.
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Newsflash! I'm not okay. I'm not okay with a mediocre job. I'm not okay with a mediocre apartment. I'm not okay with a mediocre life!
Is that what you think we have? A mediocre life?
Don't make this about you.
About me? This isn't about me. It's about you. It's always about you!
Perfect. PERFECT! I'll have the worst day of my life with a side order of guilt please!
New York public schools are desperate for good teachers. Newspaper says they're begging for them. Dad, every year I tell my students to go for what they want in life - dream big, take risks. It's time I start living up to my own words.
You will travel far my little Kal-El. But we will never leave you. Even in the face of our deaths. You will make my strength your own. You will see my life through your eyes as your life will be seen through mine. The son becomes the father, and the father, the - The son.
Elder Aaron Davis:
Do you ever read the Sunday comics?
[confused] I beg your pardon? [changes her mind]
Yes, of course the Sunday comics.
Elder Aaron Davis:
Well, when I was a little kid, I use to put my nose right up to them. And I was just amazed because it looked like this mass of dots, and none of it made sense until I pulled back. Life looks like that mass of dots to me sometimes. None of it makes any sense, but I like to think that, from God's perspective, life, everything - even this - make sense. It's not just dots. Instead we're all connected, and it's beautiful and funny and good. This close we can't expect it to make sense, not right now.
When Great Trees Fall
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
small things recoil into silence,
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
gnaws on kind words
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
dependent upon their
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
Dear Rachel, My mother always told me the hardest things to do in life are to trust, to have faith and to forgive so I want you to hear the strength in my voice when I say I forgive you because I love you, that's simple and that complicated to forgive is to move forward Georgia rule, Love Mom
I've never quit anything in my life except for Chinese calligraphy, my Theses 2, Kangaroo Anatomy, Toe Photography, Booger sculpture and masturbation. Well, maybe not masturbation but give me a break it's the only thing I'm good at.