It’s a difficult thing, realizing your entire life is some hideous fiction.
I’ve been pretending my whole life. Pretending I don’t mind, pretending I belong. My life’s built on it. And it’s a good life. It’s a life I’ve always wanted. But then I came here and I get a glimpse for a second of a life in which I don’t have to pretend. A life in which I can be truly alive. How can I go back to pretending when I know what this feels like?[to Dolores]
I used to think this place was all about pandering to your baser instincts. Now I understand. It doesn’t cater to your lowest self, it reveals your deepest self. It shows you who you really are.
I don’t wanna be in a story. All I want is to not look forward or back. I just wanna be… in the moment I’m in.
I can always tell when a man wants something that’s not on the menu.
How about I give you the first shot? After all, every dog has his day.
Getting to hell is easy. The rest is where it gets hard.
Everyone has something they want.
Consciousness isn’t a journey upward, but a journey inward. Not a pyramid, but a maze. Every choice could bring you closer to the center or send you spiraling to the edges, to madness.
A lot of wisdom in ancient cultures. And perhaps it’s time to dig deeper into yours.
Personal grudges hold no sway where profit is concerned.