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Don't mourn, Organise
Love requires Context.
I am; I was. I want to be.
Don't believe everything you hear today
And he paddled away in his douche canoe.
You'll have pie in the sky when you die.
Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.
Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.
You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.
The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.
Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.
What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.
Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.
I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.
She just knew that even when you had nothing, you still had love.
Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.
Work and pray, live on hay, you'll get pie in the sky when you die.
You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.
Terror is the desire to save your own ass, but horror is rooted in sympathy.
I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.
Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up.
Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.
You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better.
I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.
When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.
All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.
Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.
Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?
I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.
We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.
Don't ever have children, Tyler, unless you're ready to be afraid everyday for the rest of your life.
I have nothing to say for myself, only that I have always tried to make this earth a little bit better
I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.
There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.
The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.
You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.
If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.
Taking a thing apart is always faster than putting something together. This is true of everything except marriage.
I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.
It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.
If the workers took a notion they could stop all speeding trains; every ship upon the ocean they can tie with mighty chains.
She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.
Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.
Were talking about an attitude. Delayed gratification is there, planning, be able to give up something now to get something later.
The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.
I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.
Innocence ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they don’t know any better. That’s innocence
I remind myself that no one day of writing matters all that much. A story is built somewhat like a stalactite - one little drip of mud and grit at a time.
Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.
I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.