"You want to know who I am? Know about myself? You've seen me. Maybe you didn't know it but you have. Look at one of the paintings in your house. Take one off the wall. Close your eyes. Feel the painting. Let your fingers slide over the surface of brush strokes. Feel the imperfections, the tiny air bubbles from the paint, the uneven gaps between colors, how the lean layers seem to meld together beyond distinction. Notice how you can't decipher any of the colors with your touch. How everything feels the same. That you wouldn't know difference if it was Cobalt blue or blushing Pink. Open your eyes. See the 2-dimensional portrait before you. Gaze at the flatness, the way it doesn't come to life. Then, look at the eyes. The owner expressionless in the frame. Ask yourself, why do the eyes look dead? When you stare at them, goosebumps pervade your skin. Though, it's cause is mysterious. Because you see nothing more than a moveless object. Like, staring at a Pearl-white wall. Use your fingers. Let your nails dig under the skin of the paint. Take some off, flick it off your finger nail, put it between your thumb and forefinger. Roll it into a ball. Stare at it and wonder how something so old can be so moldable. Enough with the surface. Feel under the painting. The thin, wooden planks that provide a skeleton for the canvas. Rub your palm against the coarseness of the canvas. Look how thin it is. How the space between the surface and the bottom isn't much of a space at all. No smooth transition or barriers between. Just an anorexic piece of art. If you think you've learned nothing, then maybe you're right. You've learned nothing and that is my point. About me."
"When I tell you that I love you, it's not because I want you, or 'cause I can't have you, it has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try... I've seen your strength, and your kindness, I've seen the best and the worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.."
Look at me, I'm living free. Free and clean amongst the sea people. We look for pirates and search for gold. Life is an adventure with the sea people. They don't ever complain. They don't call me 'fat.' They don't make me do homework or nothin' like that! This is the way life was meant to be: Laughin' and singin', sea people and me. Sea people and me...me...
"Times like these, I realize why people need Jesus or...drugs." -Gilbert Grape
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." -Phillip K. Dick
"The burden of originality is one that most people don't want to accept. They'd rather sit in front of the TV and let that tell them what they're supposed to like, what they're supposed to buy, and what they're supposed to laugh at. You have Beavis and Butt-head telling you what music you're allowed to like and not like, and you've got sitcoms that have canned laughter that lets you know when to laugh if you're too stupid to know when the joke is--people are too lazy and too stupid to think for themselves because America has raised them like that."
'We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.' -Abraham Lincoln
"There are no good or bad people. Some are a little better or a little worse, but all are activated more by misunderstanding than malice. A blindness to what's going on in each other's hearts....nobody sees anybody truly but all the flaws of their own egos. Thatis the way we see each other in life."
"Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration, and this is where I think language came from. I mean it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival, like you know, water, we came up with a sound for that, or sabre-toothed tiger right behind you, we came up with a sound for that. But, when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is frustration? or what is anger? or love? When I say "love", the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know through their memories of love, or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying, and they say "Yes, they understand," but how do I know they understand? Words are inert, they're just symbols, they're dead. You know? And, so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed, it's unspeakable. Yet, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we have connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion, and that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for."
"Religion-easily-has the Greatest Bullshit Story Ever Told! Think about it:religion has actually convinced people-many of them adults-that there's an invisible man who lives in the sky and watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And who has a special list of 10 things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he as a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to remain and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry, forever and ever, till the end of time. But he loves you! He loves you, and he needs money! He always needs money. He's all-powerful,all-knowing, all-perfect, and all-wise, but somehow...he just can't handle money. Religion takes in billions of dollars, pays no taxes, and somehow always needs a little more. Now, you talk about a good bullshit story. Holy shit!"
"You know, we fans are really to blame, with our schizophrenic desire to elevate celebrities to godlike status and then tear them down into trembling, pathetic mortals like the rest of us. It's weird-we can't just let them be as gods because deep in the heart of everyone(or Americans at least) is the belief that each of has just as much right to be a Hollywood stud or starlet, just as beautiful and rich. That's, I think, why Hollywood gossip tabloids do so well, because there we extract revenge on the icons we create, showing that yes, we still do(or think we do) have power over them."
Peter Pan. You are carefree and wild. You do what you want when you want to and never take life seriously. Your best qualities are your charisma and your extremely powerful imagination. Your biggest flaw is that you block out all bad memories, so it is very hard for you to grow.
Come here Alcock, I've had a vision and it was that you are the 2nd Earl of Rochester, John Wilmot. You could say that you are the English Marquis de Sade. And you are quite a fan of wine and anything alcoholic. Plus, you enjoy and love sex and all the deviance that it can entail. Oh yes, and in your sparetime you write witty poetry, you have a genius IQ level, and you piss of monarchies. In the end, you die from your debauchery and drink. Cheers, mate. Take this quiz!
You are Willy Wonka. The good news is, you're brilliant, motivated, creative, charismatic, and successful. Then there's the bad news. You're an asshole. You hold the world at large in contempt, you scrutinize everyone but yourself, and you enjoy the misfortunes of others just a little too much. You are an excellent example of the old cliche, 'absolute power corrupts absolutely.' If you don't care about being corrupt, or can convince yourself otherwise, you'll have no problem looking through rose colored glasses, Mr. Wonka.
You scored as Kevin (Elijah Wood). You are Kevin, prodigal son of a powerful Cardinal, and consequential whore-killing cannibal. You love the Good Book, and somehow translate that into eating people's souls by eating their bodies. You might want to retake this quiz, you sicko.