Getting information is one thing, but how it was created, where and by whom, can often be illuminating.
Behind every great fortune, there lies a great crime. That is the corporate motto of these United States. You wanna oink-oink with all the other capitalist pigs? It’s not about how much money. It’s about robbing money itself.
A story could have a mediocre beginning and middle, and oftentimes it does, but always gotta have a wow ending. Otherwise, what’s the point?
You ever play Russian Roulette? They say once you pull that trigger, it changes you and you can’t go back to who you were before you heard that infamous click, the sound of cheating death.
What if changing the world was just about being here, by showing up no matter how many times we get told we don’t belong, by staying true even when we’re shamed into being false, by believing in ourselves even when we’re told we’re too different? And if we all held on to that, if we refuse to budge and fall in line, if we stood our ground for long enough, just maybe… The world can’t help but change around us.
What do you call someone who’s lost everyone? Mom, dad, sister, girlfriend, friends. A survivor? Or a walking time bomb? Elliot thinks the more he restricts everyone’s access, the less vulnerable he’ll be. But there’s a trade-off that he’s forgetting. If you block everyone, then what’s the point of being here? Of doing all this? Of existing?
What can you expect after what happened? Life throws you an error code like that, you don’t have the luxury of a f***ing pop-up explanation. So what are you supposed to do? Move on without answers, or stay down and drive yourself crazy with questions?
We’re all told we don’t stand a chance, and yet we stand. We break, but we keep going, and that is not a flaw. That’s what makes us.[to Whiterose]