Noise is relative to the silence preceeding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the peoples voice for generations, Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.
I thought, “Well if I’m gonna react might as well overreact!
Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.
For whatever the future holds, one thing is certain... It just won’t be the same.
Isn’t it strange how life turns into melodrama?
In heaven’s name be a man, sir! Your pitiful whining sickens me!
It’s raining in Washington tonight. Plump, warm summer rain that covers the sidewalks with leopard spots. Downtown, elderly ladies carry their houseplants out to set them on the fire-escapes, as if they were infirm relatives or Boy Kings. I like that.
I am going to look at the stars. They are so far away, and their light takes so long to reach us. All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.
You are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.
People’s lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can’t talk about them.
Books require titles; reading them doesn’t.
You’re my only remaining link to the world.
Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images to achieve changes in consciousness.
If you’re functional, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad.
Because our entire universe is made up of consciousness, we never really experience the universe directly we just experience our consciousness of the universe, our perception of it, so right, our only universe is perception.
It is not the job of artists to give the audience what the audience want. If the audience knew what they needed, then they wouldn’t be the audience. They would be the artist. It is the job of artists to give the audience what they need.
Yes, of course, the whole idea is utterly inane, but to let its predictable inanities blind you to its truly fabulous and breathtaking aspects is to do both oneself and the genre a disservice.
Never despair. Never surrender.
If light is outlawed, then only outlaws will be able to see where they’re going.
We have laboured long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors.