” For all men tragically great are made so through a certain morbidness. Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease. ”
—Herman Melville, Moby Dick.
“The ones
Who love us
Best,
Are the ones
We’ll lay
To rest,
And visit
Their graves
On holidays
At best.
The ones
Who love us
Least,
Are the ones
We’ll die
To please.”
“Misery is wasted on the miserable.”
—Dr. Bigelow.
“Sometimes
It’s like someone
Took a knife, baby,
Edgy and Dull,
And cut
A Six-Inch Valley
Through the middle
Of my Soul.”
—I’m On Fire, Bruce Springsteen.
“You love playing with that. You love playing with all your stuffed animals. You love your Mommy…your Daddy. You love your pajamas. You love everything, don’t ya? Yeah…But you know what, buddy? As you get older, some of the things you love, might not seem so special anymore. Like your Jack-in-a-Box. Maybe, you’ll realize that it’s just a piece of tin and a stuffed animal. And the older you get, the fewer things you really love. And by the time you get to my age, maybe it’s only one or two things—with me, I think it’s one.”
—Staff Sergent William James speaking to his infant son. The Hurt Locker.
Particular Moments 