Imagine you were born in a poor family, in a poor city, in a poor country, and by the time you were 28 years old, you have so much money you can’t even count it. What do you do? You make your dreams come true.
In the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight Gotham, do what you want. Kill who you want. And when morning comes, you too shall be reborn.
The basic human form is female. Maleness is a kind of birth defect.
It is all the same with we women. We just give birth to the slaughtered.
Death isn’t only about the destruction of the body. Sometimes, just like that, you extinguish one self and another is born. But every birth is violent and there’s no death without pain.
The truth of a man lies not in the land of his birth, but in his heart.
The cultures we were born into mean that we do things differently. And yet I suspect that we also hold many of the same things in the highest esteem.
Some people are fortunate enough to be born into the right family. Others have to find their own way.
So much potential on the day of birth. Should be a cause to celebrate. Not a day to mourn.
One never knows how loyalty is born.
Nobody is born a hero. And it’s a difficult thing to become.
Everything changes. And nothing changes. People die. More are born. And in between, we exist. I never wanted to do more than that. Just exist.
