“People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn’t bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn’t bear the thought of their loved ones not existing and couldn’t even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn’t bear not to.”—Pudge, Looking for Alaska.
“Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out. “I wanna hold your hand.” The first single. It’s effing brilliant, right? That’s everbody wants, Nicky. They don’t want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don’t want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.”—Thom, Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist.
“If there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed, but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.”—Celine, Before Sunrise.
“I said to my professor, ‘Why morn the death of presidents, or anyone for that matter? The dead can’t hear us.’ And he asked me if I believed in Heaven. I said, ‘No,’ and then he asked if I had no faith in God. I said, ‘You have it wrong. It’s God that has no faith in us.’”—Francis Underwood, House of Cards.
“If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to. Find out how other people live and eat and cook. Learn from them, wherever you go.”—Anthony Bourdain
“I don’t know, I just feel like I should just stop thinking about it, you know but I can’t. Maybe I’ve seen too many movies, you know, love at first sight… What do you think about love at first sight? You think you can love somebody just by looking at them? But the thing is man, I felt like I knew her, you ever get that feeling? Yeah, I probably don’t right… it felt like I did though.”—Dean, Blue Valentine.
Your life is your life Don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. Be on the watch. There are ways out. There is a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness. Be on the watch. The gods will offer you chances. Know them. Take them. You can’t beat death but ou can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. Your life is your life. Know it while you have it. You are marvelous. The gods wait to delight in you.
“Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, baby blue.”—Bob Dylan, It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue.
“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters. That’s our one imperative need. So as not to feel time’s horrible burden, one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease. But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.”—Charles Baudelaire
“Did I fall asleep? Sometimes I don’t sleep so I think… I think about how it was… and all I have left. What do you see when you look at me? A grumpy old man who never answers questions? Who mixes everything up? Who’s kept busy by getting his meals? That’s not me. Me… I wear shorts. I’m nine years old. I can run faster than the train. I can’t feel my aching back anymore. I’m fifteen. I’m fifteen and I’m in love.”—Nemo, Mr. Nobody.
“It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I’ll never see him again like this… well yes, I’ll bump into him, we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else’s kisses.”—Marion, 2 Days in Paris.