где то вот так....
Jack Green:There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty puss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.
Guy Ritchie (Revolver)
Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just...
Marla Singer: - instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?
Chuck Palahniuk.Jim Uhls (Fight Club)
this is your life (tyler durden & the dust bros.)
and you open the door and you step inside -- we're inside our hearts.
now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light.
that's right, your pain, the pain itself, is a white ball of healing light.
I DON'T THINK SO.
this is your life. good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than this.
this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
this isn't a seminar and this isn't a weekend retreat.
where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. only after disaster can we be resurrected. it's only after you've lost everything that you are free to do anything. nothing is static, everything is appalling, everything is falling apart.
this is your life. it doesn't get any better than this. this is your life. and it's ending one minute at a time.
you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
we are all a part of the same compost heap. we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. you are not your bank account. you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of your wallet. you are not your bowel cancer. you are not your Grande Latte.
you are not the car you drive. you are not your fucking khakis!
you have to give up. you have to give up. you have to realize that someday you will die, until you know that you are useless. I say let me never be complete. I say may I never be content. I say deliver me from Swedish furniture! I say deliver me from clever art. I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say you have to give up. I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.
this is your life. it doesn't get any better than this. this is your life. and it's ending one minute at a time.
you have to give up. you have to give up.
(I want you to hit me as hard as you can. I want you to hit me as hard as you can.)
welcome to fight club. if this is your first night, you *have* to fight.
были в икее ,снова видели Бога.
он похож на тебя немного -такая же недотрога, немного похож на меня - такая же размазня.
те же усмешки, замашки.
я сказал ему: "Боже, мы устали в икее твоей,мы в икее твоей растеряшки,где нам взять наши деньги
на все твои чашки?"СБПЧ
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