What we choose to buy.

A t-shirt can change the world.
What we collectively
choose to buy
or not to buy
can change the course
of life and history
on this planet.

Gap t-shirt, Product (Red) Campaign.


Mr. Glass.

Your bones don't break, mine do. That's clear. Your cells react to bacteria and viruses differently than mine. You don't get sick, I do. That's also clear. But for some reason, you and I react the exact same way to water. We swallow it too fast, we choke. We get some in our lungs, we drown. However unreal it may seem, we are connected, you and I. We're on the same curve, just on opposite ends.

Now that we know who you are... I know who I am. I'm not a mistake! It all makes sense. In a comic, you know how you can tell who the arch-villain's going to be? He's the exact opposite of the hero, and most time's they're friends, like you and me. I should've known way back when. You know why, David? Because of the kids. They called me Mr. Glass.

Unbreakable (2000), M. Night Shyamalan.

Those in the water.

Once, man and those in the water were linked. They inspired us. They spoke of the future. Man listened and it became real. But man does not listen very well. Man's need to own everything led him deeper into land. The magic world of the ones that lived in the ocean... and the world of men... separated. Through the centuries, their world and all the inhabitants of it... stopped trying. The world of man became more violent. War upon war played out, as there were no guides to listen to. Now those in the water are trying again... trying to reach us. A handful of their precious young ones have been sent into the world of man. They are brought in the dead of night... to where man lives. They need only be glimpsed... and the awakening of man will happen. But their enemies roam the land. There are laws that are meant to keep the young ones safe... but they are sent at great risk to their lives. Many... do not return. Yet still they try... try to help man. But man may have forgotten how to listen...

Lady in the Water (2006), M. Night Shyamalan.


The burden.

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

Song (excerpt), Allan Ginsberg.


I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

Robert Frost's epitah.

The key word.

Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.

Ray Bradbury.


The trick.

That's 'cause we all wanna be problemless. To fix ourselves. We look for some magic solution to make us all better, but none of us really know what we're doing. And why is that so bad? That's all we humans can do. Guess. Try. Hope. But, Justin, just pray you don't fool yourself into thinking you've got the answer. Because that's bullshit. The trick is living without an answer. I think.

Thumbsucker (2005), Mike Mills.


Come again.

Come again,
sweet love doth now invite,
thy graces that refrain
to do me due delight.
To see, to hear,
to touch, to kiss,
to die with thee again
in sweetest sympathy.

Come again,
that I may cease to mourn
through thy unkind disdain
for now left and forlorn.
I sit, I sigh,
I weep, I faint,
I die, in deadly pain
and endless misery.

Come Again, John Dowland.


Kinda sad.

There comes a time when you need to make a huge mistake in order to see yourself with perspective. It's kinda sad, but that's how people mature.

Nana, Ai Yazawa.


The massacre of the Shaolin Temple.

Once upon a time in China, some believe, around the year one double-aught three, head priest of the White Lotus Clan, Pai Mei, was walking down the road, contemplating whatever it is that a man of Pai Mei's infinite power contemplates - which is another way of saying "who knows?" - when a Shaolin monk appeared, traveling in the opposite direction. As the monk and the priest crossed paths, Pai Mei, in a practically unfathomable display of generosity, gave the monk the slightest of nods. The nod was not returned. Now was it the intention of the Shaolin monk to insult Pai Mei? Or did he just fail to see the generous social gesture? The motives of the monk remain unknown. What is known, are the consequences. The next morning Pai Mei appeared at the Shaolin Temple and demanded of the Temple's head abbot that he offer Pai Mei his neck to repay the insult. The Abbot at first tried to console Pai Mei, only to find Pai Mei was inconsolable. So began the massacre of the Shaolin Temple and all sixty of the monks inside at the fists of the White Lotus. And so began the legend of Pai Mei's five-point-palm-exploding-heart technique.

Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (2004), Quentin Tarantino.



I know, I get that. But if it is 'cause of me, maybe I can talk her out of it. Except for the fact that I can't ask her if it because of me without sounding totally self-absorbed. And I'm not self-absorbed, right Ryan? Me? Me? Me?

The O. C. Season 1, The Goodbye Girl.

No more guys.

I fired him for stealing pens. Why do I care about Josh?

Well, now he’s an agent at Triad. And he’s the one who gave the boys Queens Boulevard.

That’s why no more guys! You fire a guy you create a rival. You fire a woman you create a housewife.

Entourage, Season 1, Busey and the Beach.


If I could have all those things.

I wanna be with her more, I wanna be with her all the time, and I wanna tell her things I don't even tell you or mum. And I don't want her to have another boyfriend. I suppose if I could have all those things, I wouldn't really mind if I touched her or not.

About a Boy (2002), Chris Weitz/Paul Weitz.

If you ever get lonely.

Never take it seriously, you never get hurt. Never get hurt, you can always have fun. And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends.

Almost Famous (2000), Cameron Crowe.

Las malas compañías.

Y si la Magdalena pide un trago, tú la invitas a cien que yo los pago. Acércate a su puerta y llama si te mueres de sed, si ya no juegas a las damas ni con tu mujer. Sólo te pido que me escribas contándome si sigue viva la virgen del pecado, la novia de la flor de la saliva, el sexo con amor de los casados.

Joaquín Sabina, Una canción para la Magdalena.

Y sin embargo.

Y me envenenan los besos que voy dando y sin embargo cuando duermo sin tí, contigo sueño.

Y sin embargo, Joaquín Sabina.