Maybe I am a mess. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I’m out of my mind! But, God help me, I will keep these lights up until the day I die if I think there’s a chance that Will’s still out there!
You’re all prisoners. What you call sanity, it’s just a prison in your minds that stops you from seeing that you’re just tiny little cogs in a giant absurd machine. Wake up! Why be a cog? Be free like us. Just remember, smile.
You can never tell with men. They go for whoever their d*cks point at, and there’s no changing their minds.
The struggle that takes place in the ring is a reflection of the struggle that takes place in our minds and in our hearts.
Every piece of information in the world has been copied. Backed up. Except the human mind, the last analog device in a digital world.
When you’ve spent your life being judged for who you are, you try to keep an open mind about people.
We construct fairy tales and we accept them. Our minds concoct all sorts of fantasies when we don’t want to believe something.
Killing a man instantly robs him of explanation. He has no time to process his final moments. Now, even though he was paralyzed, his mind was still able to understand why his life was ending. We let him die with answers. Otherwise, we’re nothing but ruthless murderers.