Sometimes we can’t do what feels good. We have to do what is logical.
Death, grieving, mourning, they’re all commonplace. Logic is rare, and so… I dwell on logic.
Human nature was a mystery that logic alone could not illuminate.
It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reasons can be found.
Every mode of living has its own logic, its own meaning.
You ain’t from this planet, are you, Vincent? Who is gonna mug two black fellas, holding pistols, sat in a car that’s worth less than your shirt?
