Lament crap.

I don't want any of this lover's lament crap. I want something peppy, something happy, something up-tempo. I want something snappy. 

That thing you do! (1996), Tom Hanks.


Prove it.

We are all fuckin' geniuses. The key is to work hard enough to prove it.


A ridiculous goal.

Perfection is a ridiculous goal because there is no such thing. The definition of the word is subjective -it means different things to different people. The same person who is ugly in one estimation is beautiful in another. You've heard it before, but I want you to believe that real beauty is what you are inside. If you were my child, I would counsel you to invest your energy crafting inner beauty, because your outside will never please everyone anyway.


Only talent.

- Looks and talent don't always go together, Katerina. 
- Looks don't concern me, maestro. Only talent interests a woman of taste. 

Amadeus (1984), Milos Forman.


Something more than mockery.

I'm running out of time
I'm out of step and closing down
And never sleep for wanting hours
The empty hours of greed and uselessly
Always the need to feel again
The real belief of something more than mockery
If only I could fill my heart with love

Closedown, The Cure. 

The simple belief.

There's a trick to being whatever you want to be in life. 

It starts with the simple belief that you are what or who you say you are. 

It starts, like all faiths, with a belief - a belief predicated more on whimsy than reality. 

And you've gotta believe for everybody else, too - until you can show them proof. 

If you're lucky, someone starts believing with you - first theoretically, then in practice. And two people believing are the start of a congregation. 

You build a congregation of believers and eventually you set out to craft a cathedral. Sometimes it's just a church; sometimes it turns out to be a chapel. 

Folks who don't build churches will try to tell you how you're doing it wrong, even as your steeple breaks the clouds. Never listen.

Tough Shit, Kevin Smith.