Somewhere in our Darkest Nights we made up a story about a Man who will never let us down.
I’m just an actor. My performance is not more important than your life. Stop watching. We’re false images designed to sell you products by exploiting your insecurities. To make you spectators in life, not participants.
Modern man has successfully razed the imaginative landscapes of primal peoples the whole world over. Kill the gods first, slaughter the sacred animals, rewrite the mythologies, and build roads through the holy places. Do all this and watch the people decline. Without souls, they soon die, leaving dead shells, zombie cultures, shambling aimlessly towards oblivion.
Madness is born in the blood. It is my birthright.
You’re much stronger than you think you are. Trust me.
Words are ugly when they travel in packs.
Pop, like Chronos the Titan, always eats its darlings.
The interior of our skulls contain a portal to infinity... of course it’s happening in your head but why on earth should that mean it’s not real?
Self-awareness: there is the black worm in the apple. Our curse is to know there’s something terribly wrong with us.
Your pleasures lessen in intensity the more the are repeated. Yet your capacity to experience ever more agony – is inexhaustible.
He taught me that the measure of a man lies not in what he says but what he does.
So I sang out the barbarous words – karaoke from Hell.
El apocalipsis queda anulado. Hasta que yo lo diga.
We live in the stories we tell ourselves.
When the odds are impossible – do the impossible.
Enjoy yourself out there... in the asylum.
Our stupidity has turned the world into a hand grenade. Our greed has pulled the pin.
Magneto Was Right’ – Quentin Quire.
The multiverse has natural defenses none of you could have imagined. No one %$%$ with the judge of all evil.
Home is run no more.
Only a bitter little adolescent boy could confuse realism with pessimism.