Apr 04, 2004 12:37
there is an idea of patrick bateman; some kind of abstraction. but there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. and though i can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... i simply am not there.
-american psycho
i have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. something horrible is happening inside of me and i dont know why. my nightly blood lust has overflown into my days. i feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. i think that my mask of sanity is about to slip.
-american psycho
we all have nightmares to remind us of who we really are
-memento
this isnt life, its just stuff. and its become more important to you than living. well, honey, t hats just nuts.
-american beauty
you are who you are, the trick is not getting caught
-but im a cheerleader
shes a predator posing as a house pet
-fight club
our generation has had no great depression, no great war. our war is a spiritual war. our depression is our lives
-fight club
youre not your job. youre not how much money you have in the bank. your not the car u drive. youre not the contents of your wallet. youre not your fucking khakis. youre the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world
-fight club
you are not special. you are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. you are the same decaying matter as everyone else.
-fight club
the things that you own ed up owning you
-fight club
our fathers were models of god. if they bailed what does that tell you about god. you have to be prepared for the possibility that god does not like u
-fight club
how am i supposed to recover when i dont understand my disease
-girl interrupted
gay men are so hot. its tragic
-go
i used to be smart, but now im just stupid.
-magnolia
its like finiding a needle in a stack of needles
-saving private ryan
anyone who spends a significnt amount of time with me finds me disagreeable
-se7en
what sick and ridiculous puppets we are and what gross little stage we dance upon. what fun we have dancing and fucking. not a care in the world. not knowing that we are nothing. we are not what was intended.
-se7en
youre no messiah. youre a movieof the week. a fucking tshirt at best.
-se7en
ive been trying to figure something in my head and maybe you can help me out, y eah? when a person is insane, as you clearly are, do you know that you are insane? maybe youre just sitting around reading "guns and amo" masturbating in your own feces, do you just stop and go "wow! its amazing how fucking crazy i really am!" do you guys do that?
-se7en
there is no such thing as right and wrong. just popular opinion
- 12 monkeys
we would have injected vitamin c if they had made it illegal
-trainspotting
i dont know. i dont care that i dont know
-suburbia
and there'll be this generation of suckers, all trying to figure out what the fuck theyre doing on this fucking planet and itll all be full of shit. it all so fucking futile
-suburbia
at least i admit that i dont know. i know that things are fucked up beyond belief and that i have nothing original to say about it
-suburbia
ok im tired of typing maybe more later