Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you’ll never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved.
Watching Pulp Fiction, and I’ve fallen in love with the soundtrack!
I just bought it, because I love it just as much as I’m loving this movie!
Agh! It’s just so good!!!
- Gay Perry: Go. Sleep badly. Any questions, hesitate to call.
- Harry: Bad.
- Gay Perry: Excuse me?
- Harry: Sleep Bad. Cause otherwise it makes it seem like the mechanism that allows you to sleep ba-...
- Gay Perry: What? Fuckhead? Badly's an adverb. Who taught you grammar? Get out. Vanish.
Titanic is on! Aghh waterworks :(
I feel that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. That’s the two categories. The horrible are like, I don’t know, terminal cases, you know, and blind people, crippled. I don’t know how they get through life. It’s amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else. So you should be thankful that you’re miserable, because that’s very lucky, to be miserable.
—Alvy Singer (Woody Allen), Annie Hall (via mm94)