… In Iceland it doesn’t make sense two people be in the same religion. It’s like having the same fingerprint…

-Non ti svegliare, finché dormi sei il mio segreto. Da sveglio sarai vero. E di tutti.

-Do not ever wake up! As long as you sleep, you are my secret. When you wake up, you will be real and belong to everyone. 

A certain old woman, out of excessive curiosity, fell out of a window, plummeted to the ground, and was smashed to pieces.
Another old woman leaned out of the window and began looking at the remains of the first one, but she also, out of excessive curiosity, fell out of the window, plummeted to the ground and was smashed to pieces.
Then a third old woman plummeted from the window, then a fourth, then a fifth.
By the time a sixth old woman had plummeted down, I was fed up
watching them, and went off to Mal’tseviskiy Market where, it was said, a knitted shawl had been given to a certain blind man.

I was most happy when pen and paper were taken from me and I was forbidden from doing anything. I had no anxiety about doing nothing by my own fault, my conscience was clear, and I was happy. This was when I was in prison.

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned. But that’s the result of a chance meeting too. You’re damned right. Drink up. We’ll have another.

Christopher McCandless: Happiness only real when shared. 

Christopher McCandless: I read somewhere… How important it is in life not necessarily to be strong… but to feel strong. 

Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all.

Hypatia 

Adam:: You can see us without the sheets? 
Lydia: Of course I can see you. 
Adam: Well, how is it you see us and nobody else can? 
Lydia: Well, I’ve read through that handbook for the recently deceased. It says live people ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself, am strange and unusual. 

Barbara: You look like a regular girl to me.

At night I dream that you and I are two plants 
that grew together, roots entwined, 
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, 
since we are made of earth and rain.

Mathilda: You love your plant, don’t you?

Leon: It is my best friend, always happy, no questions. And it is like me you

see? no roots.

Mathilda: If you really love it, you should plant it in the middle of the park so

that it can have roots. I am the one you should be watering, if you want me to grow. 

Leon: You are right.

Kayano: Father, If I learn to do needlework someday I can make kimonos. But what good will book learning ever do me? 
Seibei: Well, it probably won’t ever be as useful as needlework. But you know, book learning gives you the power to think. However the world might change, if you have the power to think you’ll always survive somehow. That’s true for boys and for girls. All right? 
Kayano: Yes

Sherlock: When we first met you told me that disguise is always a self portrait. How true of you. The combination to your safe, your measurements. But this, this is far more intimate. This is your heart. And you should never let it rule your head. You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you worked for. But you just couldn’t resist it, could you? I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you for the final proof.
Irene Adler: Everything I said, it’s not real. I was just playing the game.
Sherlock: I know. And this is just losing.