Most people don’t notice other people.
Maybe that’s why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn’t able to do what it was meant to do… Maybe it’s the same with people. If you lose your purpose… it’s like you’re broken.
It’s funny how a little place like this brought so many people together.
If you could do good things for other people you had a moral obligation to do those things.
I’ve killed a lot of people.
I wanna build a team of some very bad people who I think can do some good. Like fight the next war or defeat the next Superman.
I can be surrounded by a sea of people and still feel all alone… Then I think of you.
Everyone has a part of themselves they hide. Even from the people they love.
Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time.
Do you know why people like violence? It is because it feels good. Humans find violence deeply satisfying. But remove the satisfaction, and the act becomes hollow.
Crazy thing about people, the more you say no, the more they want in.
At the end of the day, average people are going to be the ones, that are gonna have to pay for all of this. Because they always, always do.
