Art, films, books were all better! Originality mattered! You gave us Face-Zucker-suck and Cock-me-climatey-Wiki-piss-and-s***!
Quietly yearning for what you don’t have, while dreading losing what you do. For 99.9% of your race, that is the definition of reality. Desire and fear, baby.
The sheeple aren’t going anywhere. They like my world. They don’t want this sentimentality. They don’t want freedom or empowerment. They want to be controlled. They crave the comfort of certainty.
There’s a part of me that feels like I have been waiting my whole life for you. And that part is like, “What the hell took you so long?”[to Neo]
I’ve been thinking about us, Tom. Look how binary is the form, the nature of things. Ones and zeros. Light and dark. Choice and its absence. Anderson and Smith.
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I never believed I was The One. But she did. She believed in me. It’s my turn to believe in her.[about Trinity]
You know the difference between us, Tom? Anyone could have been you. Whereas I’ve always been anyone.