- Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? – I don’t know. That’s a good question. – That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence. —Pulp Fiction
I came to your party dressed as a shadow and you never knew, you never knew I rolled through the halls like a velvet wave, as quiet as an empty stage I blackened your eyes and stole the light from your glass But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on [...]
“Hombre, no tengas miedo, la oscuridad en la que estás metido aquí no es mayor que la que existe dentro de tu cuerpo, son dos oscuridades separadas por una piel, apuesto a que nunca habías pensado en ello, transportas todo el tiempo de un lado para otro una oscuridad, y eso no te asusta.”
The car’s on fire and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides. And a dark wind blows, the government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and [...]
- What’s the point of your existence? – To feel. ‘Cause you’ve never done it, you can never know it. But it’s as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock… ticking.
- Hasta ahora, señorita, el mal siempre ha prevalecido sobre el bien. – Otro sofisma. ¿De dónde saca usted semejante barbaridad? – Yo no saco nada señorita: es la tranquila comprobación de la historia. Abra usted la historia de Oncken por cualquier página y no encontrará más que guerras, degüellos, conspiraciones, torturas, golpes de estado [...]