The woman I loved.

The Moulin Rouge. A night club, a dance hall and a bordello. Ruled over by Harold Zidler. A kingdom of night time pleasures. Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of these was the one I loved. Satine. A courtesan. She sold her love to men. They called her the "Sparkling Diamond", and she was the star of the Moulin Rouge. The woman I loved is... dead.

Christian (Ewan McGregor), Moulin Rouge! (2001), Baz Lurhmann.

Longing.

Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being.

Toulouse Lautrec (John Leguizamo), Moulin Rouge! (2001), Baz Luhrmann.

So screwed.

MATT ALBIE
Was there something you came to see me about?

DANNY TRIP
Yes.

MATT ALBIE
What?

DANNY TRIP
We don't need to do it now, but at some point I'm going to need you to level with me about Harriet. I need to know how big of a problem it's going to be.

MATT ALBIE
It's not going to be a problem at all.

DANNY TRIP
It will if you are still in love with her.

MATT ALBIE
I'm not. I'm not. Danny, I love her talent. The woman's got millions of fans but there are maybe fifty guys in town who know how good she is and we're two of them. I admire her. I'm knocked out by her talent. And I like it when she makes me laugh, and I like making her laugh, which isn't easy to do, so it's gratifying. She's undeniably sexy. I like it when she smiles at me, and a couple of other things, but that's it.

DANNY TRIP
Oh my God, we are so screwed.

MATT ALBIE
I know.

Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, Episode 2, The Cold Open.

Bairdmen.

Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a flamethrower to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul! And why? Because he's not a Bairdman. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, fuck you too!

Scent of a Woman (1992), Martin Brest.

So, who wants me?

Hello, sick people and their loved ones! In the interest of saving time and avoiding a lot of boring chitchat later, I'm Doctor Gregory House; you can call me "Greg." I'm one of three doctors staffing this clinic this morning. This ray of sunshine is Doctor Lisa Cuddy. Doctor Cuddy runs this whole hospital, so unfortunately she's much too busy to deal with you. I am a board certified diagnostician with a double specialty of infectious disease and nephrology. I am also the only doctor currently employed at this hospital who is forced to be here against his will. But not to worry, because for most of you, this job could be done by a monkey with a bottle of Motrin. Speaking of which, if you're particularly annoying, you may see me reach for this: this is Vicodin. It's mine! You can't have any! And no, I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem... but who knows? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm too stoned to tell. So, who wants me?
And who would rather wait for one of the other two guys?
Okay. Well, I'll be in Exam Room One if you change your mind.

Dr. Gregory House (Hugh Laurie), House M.D., Season 1, Episode 3.

The world is not small.

You can run far; you can take your small precautions,
but have you really gotten away?
Can you ever escape?
Or is the truth that you do not have the strength or cunning
to hide from destiny?
That the world is not small, you are.
And fate can find you anywhere.

Heroes. Season 1, Episode 8: Seven minutes to midnight.

Dignity.

There's no such thing! Our bodies break down, sometimes when we're 90, sometimes before we're even born, but it always happens and there's never any dignity in it! I don't care if you can walk, see, wipe your own ass... it's always ugly, always! You can live with dignity; you can't die with it!

Dr. Gregory House (Hugh Laurie), House M.D., Pilot.

Hank hates you all.

Hell-A Magazine blog number 1. Hank hates you all. A few things I've learned on my travels through this crazy little thing called life. One, a morning of awkwardness is better than a night of loneliness. Two, I probably won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister. And 3, while I'm down there it might be nice to see a hint of pubis. I'm not talking about a huge 70's Playboy bush or anything. Just something that reminds me that I'm performing cunnilingus on an adult.

Hank Moody (David Duchovny), Californication, Season 1 Episode 2.

English garden.

Would you care to sit with me for a cup of English tea?
Very twee, very me, any sunny morning.
What a pleasure it would be chatting so delightfully,
nanny bakes fairy cakes
every Sunday morning.

Miles of miles of English garden,
stretching past the willow tree.
Lines of hollyhocks and roses listen most attentively.


English Tea, Paul McCartney, Creation and Chaos in the Backyard.

Suppose.

And suppose I never ever met you.
Suppose we never fell in love.
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft.
Suppose I never ever saw you.
Suppose we never ever called.
Suppose I kept on singing love songs
just to break my own fall.

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better.



Regina Spektor, Fidelity.

September 3rd 1973.

On September 3rd 1973, at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, a bluebottle fly capable of 14,670 wing beats a minute landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend's funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one X chromosome, belonging to Raphaël Poulain, made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. Nine months later, Amélie Poulain was born.

Amelie (2001)

This is how it works.

This is how it works.
You're young until you're not.
You love until you don't.
You try until you can't.
You laugh until you cry.
You cry until you laugh.
And everyone must breathe,
until their dying breath.

Regina Spektor, On the Radio.