Je suis excessive, j'aime quand ça désaxe, quand tout accélère, moi je reste relaxe, je suis excessive, quand tout explose, quand la vie s'exhibe, c'est une transe exquise.

Swim to shore
We two
Pet the kids
We who
Lose our way
Too dry
Scream and shout
Go hide

With you
Who falls
We who
So small
Can I
Please try
Make it
Good,
a,
gain

Sin for you
Who they
Will find your
Way
While go way
Nice and
Come back

Home


Thank you, for everything.

And you're welcome.

I'll see you again.

In another life, maybe.


Who knows?

Donne-moi deux paquets de cigarettes!
Je fais des heures sups!

Oh save me Penny Lane, why is it so hard for me to settle with anything or anyone...

If I want to survive then I will stop caring too.

J'ai appris que pour surmonter les obstacles de la vie, il faut avoir la foi... il faut espérer... et avant tout, avoir le sens de l'humour...

I am blind to my faults, drug-like sedation and drug-is sedation.

But my life...

Siri says if it ain't broke, don't fix it. I'm not going to try to change.

Dahl and Rowling both grant the reader what he/she has always wished for since childhood. Simpler times and simple happiness.

I am my own Bruce Bogtrotter, and I am my own worst Trunchbull.

Wormwood, Rottwinkle, Bogtrotter, Trunchbull. Potter, Weasley, Malfoy, Dumbledore. The characters' names stir up notions of the very characters they represent. If only faces did the same thing, they'd save me so much trouble!

J'ai une faim à dévorer l'entrecuisse d'une poupée.

Watch a girl go by, look at her eyes, you can tell she knows but she doesn't show it, you know the color of hers but does she know the color of yours, or are you the brown-blue-green eyed black-blonde-brown-red haired one who walks by blinking at the sidewalk, contracted and contorted and contorted by contract, unable to reveal anything at all about yourself to anyone?

Je n'ai pas écouté un mot de tons discours.

The American emphasis of individual encourages ideals of personal freedom and creative thought, but it also generates more selfishness. The worldwide legal and orthodox systems do not rely on such an idealistic concept of morality as was advocated, but rather utilize external factors, i.e. punishment, as the motivation for behaving well. In daily life, resources that could be devoted to secular traditions and rituals are often used for immediate and material benefits instead. The concept of benefit should not be translated into selfishness after all. They advocate benefit for the collective, not the individual. All in all, while one gingerly skirted the subject of human nature altogether, the other seems to be missing something entirely, and entirely blinded by profit.

Has anyone noticed that greetings directed towards a person consist of 1 of 2 possibilities: "What's up?" and "How's it going?" There is only one correct response to each: "Not much" and "Pretty good." Under no circumstances do people actually want to hear how your life is going. Old people sometimes forget this. If you ask an old person how they're doing, they'll immediately tell you all about their bladder problems. Old men will also give you the latest news about their prostate. Old people's lives are generally centered around urine issues. A network could easily make an entire show that consisted purely of bladder jokes, and it would be an instant hit among old people.

Of course, sometimes you make the mistake of confusing the two greetings, which makes you look really stupid:

Friend: Hey. How's it going?
You: Not much.
Friend: (Pause) You're an idiot.

And there's also the timing issue involved with greetings. If you see somebody walking your way and you say hi to them too early, you've got that awkward pause afterwards until you actually pass each other

Friend (from far away): What's up?
You: Not much.
(Awful silence as the two of you keep walking towards each other.)
Friend: Did I already ask what's up?

As you've probably learned, the correct method of saying hi to somebody as you walk by them is to pretend you don't notice them until the very last minute.

You: (Really, absolutely fascinated by this spot on the ground that you've never noticed before)
Friend: Hey.
You: (Suddenly looking up as though their existence in this small hallway is a total surprise to you.) Oh! Hey! What's up?

Naturally, a lot of this only applies the first time you see somebody in the hall that day. The second time, you should only do that "mutual smile" thing (also acceptable is making a "Hey, you following me?" crack.) But God help you if you run into each other a third time - both of you should avoid any sort of eye contact whatsoever. You either have to pretend you don't see each other or do something regrettably drastic.

Let not young souls be smothered out before
They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride.
It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull,
Its poor are ox-like, limp, and leaden-eyed.
Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly;
Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap;
Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve;
Not that they die, but that they die like sheep.