With the world so set on tearing itself apart, it don’t seem like such a bad thing to me to wanna put a little bit of it back together.
Be their hero. Be their monument, be their angel, be anything they need you to be. Or be none of it. You don’t owe this world a thing. You never did.[to Clark]
The world is quite like London. It’s not good. It’s not bad. It just is. There’s no morality or dishonor. Just your own lonely code. Until your race is run. Until the end. Until we’re all just ghosts of the people we once thought we were.
You are all my children, and you’re lost, because you follow blind leaders. These false gods, systems of the weak, they’ve ruined my world. No more.
The world is built on a wall. It separates kind. Tell either side there’s no wall, you bought a war. Or a slaughter.
When you love something, you protect it. It is the most natural thing in the world.[quoting Gilgamesh]
The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and before this battle was over, even a god-king can bleed.
Just remember, however hard things get, however much you feel like you’re struggling, the world is full of beauty. And it’s up to you to capture it. To look. And to share it with as many people as you can. You are a prism. Through which that beam of life refracts.[to Louis]