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Fooled.

2012-01-21T21:58:00.001-03:00

Now you're looking for the secret... but you won't find it, because of course you're not really looking. You don't really want to know. You want to be fooled.

The Prestige (2006). Christopher Nolan.

We ask.

2012-01-03T18:04:00.001-03:00

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate; our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? …”

Marianne Williamson.

Prime numbers.

2012-01-02T15:21:00.000-03:00

Prime numbers are divisible only by 1 and by themselves. They stand in their place in the infinite series of natural numbers, squashed in between two others, like all other numbers, but a step further on than the rest. They are suspicious and solitary, which is why Mattia thought they were wonderful. Sometimes he thought that they had ended up in that sequence by mistake, that they’d been trapped like pearls strung on a necklace. At other times he suspected that they too would rather have been like all the others, just ordinary numbers, but for some reason they weren’t capable of it.

The Solitude of Prime Numbers, Paul Giordano.

Fémina.

2011-12-14T17:40:00.001-03:00

No se ofenda, Daniel, pero usted tiene el problema clásico de los hombres que se casan con una fémina de bandera. La señora Bea, que para mí es y será una santa, está, en el vernáculo popular, para mojar el pan y rebañar el plato con los dedos. En consecuencia, es previsible que crápulas, infelices, chulopiscinas y toda clase de gallitos al uso le vayan detrás.

El Prisionero del Cielo, Carlos Ruiz Zafón.

Fabulous roman yellow candles.

2011-11-10T17:00:00.001-03:00

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous roman yellow candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everyone goes, awww!

Jack Kerouac.

Re-given.

2011-10-23T21:18:00.000-03:00

Cities fall, but they are rebuilt. And heroes die, but they are remembered. We honor them with every brick we lay, with every field we sow, With every child we comfort, and then teach to rejoice in what we have been re-given. Our planet. Our home. So now, let us begin.

Deep Impact (1998), Mimi Leder.

PD:cualquier speech en la voz de Morgan Freeman garpa grosso.

Disappointed.

2011-10-03T16:55:00.000-03:00

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Mark Twain.

Right beside you.

2011-09-29T13:49:00.001-03:00

Light up, light up

As if you have a choice

Even if you cannot hear my voice

I’ll be right beside you dear

Run, Snow Patrol.

Who we really are.

2011-09-27T17:45:00.001-03:00

I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007).

Understanding.

2011-09-23T10:42:00.000-03:00

Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami.

The pleasure, the privilege.

2011-09-05T16:59:00.000-03:00

And if a double-decker bus crashes in to us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine.

There is a light that never goes out, The Smiths.

The way I smile.

2011-09-04T22:11:00.001-03:00

Sometimes you make me feel like I'm living at the edge of the world, like I'm living at the edge of the world. "It's just the way I smile," you said.

Plainsong. Robert Smith.

Bizarro crap.

2011-09-02T12:11:00.000-03:00

Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate.

(500) Days of Summer (2009), Mark Webb.

What else can we do.

2011-08-24T19:10:00.002-03:00

This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.

Time to Pretend, MGMT (2007).

The Laughing Heart

2011-08-18T19:29:00.000-03:00

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Charles Bukowski.

Dots.

2011-07-08T21:19:00.001-03:00

If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later. Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

Steve Jobs, Stanford's 114th Commencement Address.

Reading.

2011-06-09T14:52:00.000-03:00

I merely say that all reading for pleasure is escape, whether it be Greek, mathematics, astronomy, Benedetto Croce, or The Diary of the Forgotten Man. To say otherwise is to be an intellectual snob, and a juvenile at the art of living.

The Simple Art of Murder, Raymond Chandler.

Inside us.

2011-05-30T15:18:00.000-03:00

Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Stephen King.

Be on your way.

2011-05-26T22:03:00.000-03:00

Cause all of the stars have faded away, just try not to worry, you'll see them some day. Take what you need and be on your way, and stop crying your heart out.

Noel Gallagher, Stop crying your heart out.

We live and we die.

2011-05-02T15:32:00.000-03:00

In the still of the night, in the world's ancient light, where wisdom grows up in strife, my bewildering brain toils in vain through the darkness on the pathways of life. Each invisible prayer is like a cloud in the air. Tomorrow keeps turning around. We live and we die, we know not why, but I'll be with you when the deal goes down.

Bob Dylan, When the deal goes down.

I've been there.

2011-04-12T22:11:00.000-03:00

Have you ever bought a ticket to the Junkie's Boneyard, Roman. It's an unpleasent place, called "Curl up and die". Might sound like a hair salon, but it don't fucking look like one, I could tell ya. It's a terrible sight, and a horrible sound listening to a man, suck in his soul through the hole in the pipe. It's even worse when he tries to tear it back. I've been there, and I've done that. And then I nailed that Demon in a smoke proof coffin, and I did it all with Johnny. I love that man, he's what you call class. And if you had any fucking brains, Roman, you'd love him too. You know his music sales have gone up 1000% in two weeks. You see, Johnny the crackhead, knows that a rocker is worth more dead than alive, silly world isn't it? Mr. Quid does not get his gear from me, he has to travel, far and wide. But do leave me a number, and if, the dead, feels like calling, you'll be the first to know.

RocknRolla (2008), Guy Ritchie.

Time to get to the sea.

2011-03-15T17:22:00.000-03:00

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball.

Hermann Melville, Moby Dick.

Worthless.

2011-03-09T10:55:00.000-03:00

Nice tries are worthless.

House M.D., Human Error (2007).

Part of my attention.

2011-03-03T19:34:00.000-03:00

I think if your clients want to sit on my shoulders and call themselves tall, they have the right to give it a try - but there's no requirement that I enjoy sitting here listening to people lie. You have part of my attention - you have the minimum amount. The rest of my attention is back at the offices of Facebook, where my colleagues and I are doing things that no one in this room, including and especially your clients, are intellectually or creatively capable of doing. Did I adequately answer your condescending question?

The Social Network (2010), David Fincher.

Live.

2011-02-24T19:19:00.000-03:00

Let go of the past and go for the future. Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you imagined.

Henry David Thoreau.

In life.

2011-02-22T21:18:00.000-03:00

There were people who had a good time in life. I was beginning to realize I wasn't one of them.

About a Boy, Nick Hornby.

Extra fast.

2011-02-16T16:05:00.000-03:00

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.

Big Fish (2003), Tim Burton.

Stone and steel.

2011-02-08T13:10:00.000-03:00

In the absence of your touch, and in the absence of loved ones, I have decided I’m throwing my arms around all of Paris because only stone and steel accept my love.

Throwing my arms around Paris, Morrisey.

Home.

2011-02-07T12:57:00.000-03:00

You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.

Garden State (2004), Zach Braff.

Indifferent.

2011-01-12T17:54:00.000-03:00

The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent. But if we can come to terms with this indifference, then our existence as a species can have genuine meaning. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.

Stanley Kubrick.

The price you pay.

2010-12-04T01:21:00.001-03:00

As your leader, I encourage you from time to time, and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If you're unconvinced that a particular plan of action I've decided is the wisest, tell me so, but allow me to convince you and I promise you right here and now, no subject will ever be taboo. Except, of course, the subject that was just under discussion. The price you pay for bringing up either my Chinese or American heritage as a negative is... I collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here. Now, if any of you sons of bitches got anything else to say, now's the fucking time!

Kill Bill Vol. 1 (2003), Quentin Tarantino.

Embarrassment.

2010-12-02T14:22:00.003-03:00

Have you ever gotten the feeling that you aren't completely embarassed yet, but you glimpse tomorrow's embarrassment?

Jerry Maguire (1996), Cameron Crowe.

You can get me.

2010-11-02T01:15:00.003-03:00

Well you can't get what you want, but you can get me. So let's set up and see, 'cause you are my medicine when you're close to me.

On Melancholy Hill, Gorillaz.

Para reír.

2010-10-28T11:19:00.005-03:00

Dicen que para reír no hace falta mirar atrás. Y esta vez, para mí, tienen razón.

La mitad del amor. Andrés Calamaro.

The sacred geometry of chance.

2010-10-28T00:02:00.000-03:00

He deals the cards to find the answer, the sacred geometry of chance, the hidden law of probable outcome, the numbers lead a dance.

Shape of my heart, Sting.

Impossible things.

2010-10-03T21:59:00.001-03:00

"There is no use trying," said Alice; "one can't believe impossible things." "I dare say you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I did it for half an hour every day. Why, sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass.

When last call calls.

2010-09-16T18:07:00.000-03:00

Backspin on a work table under a bad light, a kiss of the eight ball, a bank off the six. Double bowl on a single throw, three pints in. Picking up a spare on the final frame. Singing on key, off key and losing keys. Steady hands, blurry eyes. Bars, billiards, basements, bacon sandwiches with extra hot sauce. Surviving buzz kills, third wheels, cock blocks and cabs in the rain. Finish lines drawn by dawn. These are the providence of the after hours athletes. When last call calls, don’t answer. The night too is for sport, and they are the champions.

After Hours Athletes. Puma. Droga5.

First instinct.

2010-09-10T16:35:00.000-03:00

For whatever reason, my first instinct is to laugh, when someone does something great.

John Mayer, Where The Light Is.

That sticks.

2010-09-06T01:18:00.000-03:00

What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient... highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it's almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed - fully understood - that sticks; right in there somewhere.

Inception (2010), Christopher Nolan.

When we all fail.

2010-09-03T11:07:00.000-03:00

There is a time when we all fail,

some people take it pretty well,

some take it all out on themselves,

some they just take it out on friends.

Everybody plays the game,

and if you don't you're called insane.

I'll try anything once, The Strokes.

An essential element.

2010-08-30T01:53:00.000-03:00

He wonders if words aren't an essential element of sex, if talking isn't finally a more subtle form of touching, and if the images dancing in our heads aren't just as important as the bodies we hold in our arms.

Invisible, Paul Auster.

A spin down the road.

2010-08-24T01:17:00.000-03:00

When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.

Arthur Conan Doyle.

Esa suerte.

2010-08-06T18:34:00.001-03:00

Mi madre fue muy imaginativa y con una cierta visión del mundo. No era una gente culta pero era incurablemente romántica y me inició en las novelas de viajes. (…) Mi madre leía mala literatura, no era culta, pero su imaginación me abría otras puertas. Teníamos un juego: “Mirar el cielo y buscar la forma de las nubes e inventar grandes historias.” Esto ocurría en Banfield. Mis amigos no tenían esa suerte. No tenían madres que mirasen las nubes.

Julio Cortázar.

Support group.

2010-07-24T22:47:00.000-03:00

Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called everybody, and the meet at the bar.

George Carlin.

Un momento extraordinario.

2010-07-16T00:31:00.003-03:00

El fútbol es uno de los grandes fenómenos del Siglo XX. Lo importante es el gol. El fútbol es un deporte en el que se fracasa sistemáticamente porque el 98% del tiempo no se consigue aquello que se busca. Por eso, la llegada del gol es un momento extraordinario, de explosión absoluta

Martín Caparrós.

Lived.

2010-07-05T18:24:00.000-03:00

Harry Potter, the boy who lived... Come to die.

And not have to feel.

2010-07-01T01:59:00.000-03:00

Because sometimes people do actually feel that way. Sometimes your life feels like it's caving in on you. Sometimes people really do feel like they don't exist, like they just want to curl up into a ball, and go into that place between life and death. Saying "I don't want to exist" isn't saying "I want to go die". It's saying "I wish that, for the time being, I could go somewhere and not have to feel". I don't think there's anything wrong with that. And if you don't know how it feels to feel this way, then you have no place to judge anyone who does.

The second mouse.

2010-06-30T00:32:00.000-03:00

Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.

Catch Me If You Can (2002), Steven Spielberg.

She rests at last.

2010-06-30T00:24:00.000-03:00

The holy grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits. The blade and chalice guarding o'er her gates. Adorned in masters' loving art, she lies. She rests at last beneath the starry skies.

The Da Vinci Code (2006), Ron Howard. Novel by Dan Brown.

The sweet pitch of its siren.

2010-06-07T09:27:00.002-03:00

You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano? All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur - the gold packet of king size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, Pete, is a lie. Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion, written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little soldiers of death and in fact trying to kill you and that, Pete, is the truth. Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and I'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren. That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet.That is why you and I love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back. Now please, pass me a light.

Rocknrolla (2008), Guy Ritchie.

For twenty nine years.

2010-05-23T15:16:00.001-03:00

I wanna hurry home to you,

put on a slow dumb show for you, and crack you up.

You know I dreamed about you,
for twenty-nine years before I saw you.

You know I dreamed about you,
I missed you for twenty-nine years.

Slow Show, The National.

O 32.

Fan.

2010-04-13T22:30:00.001-03:00

They don't even know what it is to be a fan. Y'know? To truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts.

Almost Famous (2000), Cameron Crowe.

We drink.

2010-04-06T23:06:00.005-03:00

You don't know how to drink, your whole generation. You drink for the wrong reasons. My generation, we drink because it's good. Because it feels better than unbuttoning your collar. Because we deserve it. We drink because it's what men do.

Mad Men, Season 1, Episode 4.

Like new batteries.

2010-04-04T10:50:00.004-03:00

She want's to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.

Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer.

Bye.

2010-03-31T01:47:00.003-03:00

Bob: Bye.
Charlotte: Bye.
Bob: Bye.
(Bob leaves Charlotte and walks back to his waiting taxi)
Bob: (to taxi driver) All right.

Lost in Translation (2003), Sofia Coppola.
O cómo decir todo sin decir nada.

It had to mean something.

2010-03-19T00:22:00.002-03:00

I was continuing to shrink, to become... what? The infinitesimal? What was I? Still a human being? Or was I the man of the future? If there were other bursts of radiation, other clouds drifting across seas and continents, would other beings follow me into this vast new world? So close — the infinitesimal and the infinite. But suddenly, I knew they were really the two ends of the same concept. The unbelievably small and the unbelievably vast eventually meet — like the closing of a gigantic circle. I looked up, as if somehow I would grasp the heavens. The universe, worlds beyond number, God’s silver tapestry spread across the night. And in that moment, I knew the answer to the riddle of the infinite. I had thought in terms of man’s own limited dimension. I had presumed upon nature. That existence begins and ends in man’s conception, not nature’s. And I felt my body dwindling, melting, becoming nothing. My fears melted away. And in their place came acceptance. All this vast majesty of creation, it had to mean something. And then I meant something, too. Yes, smaller than the smallest, I meant something, too. To God, there is no zero. I still exist!

The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957), Jack Arnold.

Never grow up.

2010-03-06T00:27:00.003-03:00

I'm thirty now, you'd think it would be easy to be an adult, but apparently not. Being in a band you always suffer from being on a state of arrested development anyway, I guess. So whatever point you start a band, that's the point you never grow up past, you know. If you're eighteen, which I was when I started, that's pretty much it for life until we stop playing.

Gary Lightbody, Snow Patrol. Live from Abbey Road.

We're all just floating around.

2010-03-01T08:20:00.002-03:00

You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He's so smart, Jenny. You'd be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can't read it. I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away.

Forrest Gump (1994), Robert Zemeckis.

Infortunios

2010-02-28T02:06:00.001-03:00

El mundo atribuye sus infortunios a las conspiraciones y maquinaciones de grandes malvados. Entiendo que se subestima la estupidez.

Breve diccionario del argentino exquisito, Adolfo Bioy Casares.

Capacity to spit.

2010-02-25T16:01:00.003-03:00

This must register on an emotional level...
First, distract target...
Then block his blind jab...
Counter with cross to left cheek...
Discombobulate...
Dazed, will attempt wild haymaker. Weaken right jaw...
Now fracture...
Break cracked ribs...
Heel kick to diaphragm...
In summary: ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm haemmorraging. Physical recovery: six weeks. Full psychological recovery: six months. Capacity to spit at back of head: neutralized.

Sherlock Holmes (2009), Guy Ritchie.

A sickly moment of dark surprise.

2010-02-24T11:44:00.003-03:00

It's a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid, Lemony Snicket.

The wonder of the world.

2010-02-01T18:11:00.000-03:00

To all our listeners, this is what I have to say - God bless you all. And as for you bastards in charge, don't dream it's over. Years will come, years will go, and politicians will do fuck all to make the world a better place. But all over the world, young men and young women will always dream dreams and put those dreams into song. Nothing important dies tonight, just a few ugly guys on a crappy ship. The only sadness tonight is that, in future years, there'll be so many fantastic songs that it will not be our privilege to play. But, believe you me, they will still be written, they will still be sung and they will be the wonder of the world.

The Boat That Rocked (2009), Richard Curtis.

Money first.

2010-01-16T16:15:00.001-03:00

In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.

Scarface (1983), Brian de Palma.

Life begins.

2010-01-16T15:38:00.000-03:00

By 30, you should know:

1. How to fall in love without losing yourself.

2. How you feel about having kids.

3. How to quit a job, break up with a man and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.

4. When to try harder and when to walk away.

5. How to kiss in a way that communicates perfectly what you would and wouldn't like to happen next.

6. The names of: the secretary of state, your great-grandmother and the best tailor in town.

7. How to live alone, even if you don't like to.

8. How to take control of your own birthday.

9. That you can't change the length of your calves, the width of your hips or the nature of your parents.

10. That your childhood may not have been perfect, but it's over.

11. What you would and wouldn't do for money or love.

12. That nobody gets away with smoking, drinking, doing drugs or not flossing for very long.

13. Who you can trust, who you can't and why you shouldn't take it personally.

14. Not to apologize for something that isn't your fault.

15. Why they say life begins at 30.

Pure reflex.

2010-01-04T03:18:00.001-03:00

Now before I start there's just a couple of things you have to remember. Number one, you have to remain calm. Right? Number two, you have to show no fear because the sharks, you see, the sharks can sense that fear. Just as easily as they can sense blood. And so it went for me. Just as I knew it would. Just as nature had ordained its jaw wide open, row upon row of these razor sharp teeth glinting underwater like jagged diamonds, its tailfin sweeping back and forth as it surged in for the kill. I swear to God my whole life flashed before my eyes. Really, I had nothing left to offer except for pure reflex. Pure reflex, and mankind's basic drive for survival that somehow shouts, "No, I will not die today!"

The Beach (2000), Danny Boyle.

Para Chubby, que sacó las fotos y se lo extraña mucho. Gracias por las postales!

Boy meets girl.

2009-12-22T17:16:00.000-03:00

This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie 'The Graduate'. The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent's marriage she'd only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing. Tom meets Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.

(500) Days of Summer (2009), Mark Webb.

Toast.

2009-12-17T15:05:00.001-03:00

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the 'good life,' whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

Hunter S. Thompson.

The end of missing.

2009-12-17T14:26:00.005-03:00

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

Jonathan Safran Foer.

What the hell happened to all of them.

2009-12-02T12:01:00.002-03:00

In a way, it was sort of depressing, too, because you kept wondering what the hell would happen to all of them. When they got out of school and college, I mean. You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that always talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddamn cars. Guys that get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at golf, or even just some stupid game like ping-pong. Guys that are very mean. Guys that never read books. Guys that are very boring.

Catcher in the Rye, J. D. Salinger.

The day the world declared in one voice.

2009-11-04T13:49:00.004-03:00

In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. "Mankind." That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it's fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom... Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution... but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: "We will not go quietly into the night!" We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!

Independence day (1996), Roland Emmerich.

I'll talk.

2009-11-04T13:35:00.003-03:00

OK! I'll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog... When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out... But the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.

The Goonies (1985), Richard Donner.

Our time.

2009-11-04T13:31:00.003-03:00

Don't you realize? The next time you see sky, it'll be over another town. The next time you take a test, it'll be in some other school. Our parents, they want the best of stuff for us. But right now, they got to do what's right for them. Because it's their time. Their time! Up there! Down here, it's our time. It's our time down here. That's all over the second we ride up Troy's bucket.

The Goonies (1985), Richard Donner.

Tranquility.

2009-10-11T18:23:00.001-03:00

I'm waiting for the night to fall, when everything is bearable, and there in the still all that you feel is tranquillity. There is a star in the sky guiding my way with its light. And in the glow of the moon, know my deliverance will come soon.

Waiting for the night, Martin Gore, Depeche Mode.

At your will.

2009-10-08T10:56:00.006-03:00

In your room, where time stands still, or moves at your will.
Will you let the morning come soon or will you leave me lying here, in your favourite darkness.

In your room, Martin Gore, Depeche Mode.

Sencillo. Martin Gore es junto a Robert Smith, el mejor songwriter del mundo.

Juventud.

2009-09-29T00:07:00.003-03:00

Toda mi vida es el ayer que me detiene en el pasado, eterna y vieja juventud que me ha dejado acobardado como un pájaro sin luz.

Naranjo en flor, Homero Expósito.

Lived.

2009-09-24T16:51:00.002-03:00

With every awkward strum, despite his approaching demise, Harold felt a little more at peace. Harold no longer ate alone. He no longer counted brushstrokes. He no longer worried about the time it took to put on his tie. He no longer counted his steps to the bus stop. Instead, Harold did that which had terrified him before. That which had eluded him from Monday to Friday for so many years. That which the unrelenting lyrics of those numerous punk rock songs told him to do. Harold Crick lived his life.

Stranger than Fiction (2006), Marc Foster.

Donny.

2009-09-23T01:04:00.003-03:00

Actually, Werner, we're all tickled to here you say that. Frankly, watchin' Donny beat Nazis to death is is the closest we ever get to goin' to the movies.

Inglourious Basterds (2009), Quentin Tarantino.

Debit.

2009-09-23T00:57:00.002-03:00

When you join my command, you take on debit. A debit you owe me personally. Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred Nazi scalps. And I want my scalps. And all y'all will git me one hundred Nazi scalps, taken from the heads of one hundred dead Nazis. Or you will die tryin'.

Inglourious Basterds (2009), Quentin Tarantino.

La pregunta sin respuesta.

2009-09-23T00:34:00.002-03:00

Nena de la lluvia, siempre quedará en mi corazón la pregunta sin respuesta de qué sucedió, si vos azul y yo bordó.

Nena de la Lluvia, La Portuaria.

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Some men.

2009-09-17T18:12:00.002-03:00

Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

The Dark Knight (2008), Christopher Nolan.

Still alive.

2009-09-15T11:17:00.002-03:00

What's the matter with you guys? This was never about the money, this was about us against the system. That system that kills the human spirit. We stand for something. We are here to show those guys that are inching their way on the freeways in their metal coffins that the human sprit is still alive.

Point Break (1991), Kathryn Bigelow.

Bodhi is still alive.

Plastic Toy.

2009-09-10T11:34:00.002-03:00

Listen to the girl as she takes on half the world,
moving up and so alive in her honey dripping beehive.

I'll be your plastic toy.

Just Like Honey, The Jesus & Mary Chain.

Kids.

2009-09-10T11:24:00.003-03:00

The most terrifying day of your life is the day the first one is born. Your life, as you know it ... is gone. Never to return. But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk ... and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life.

Lost in Translation (2003), Sofia Coppola.

Five seconds.

2009-09-08T11:19:00.003-03:00

What's incredible to me is that you can keep out of trouble pretty much every minute of your life apart from maybe five seconds, and that five seconds can get you into the worst trouble of all, just about.

Slam, Nick Hornby.

I'll kill ya.

2009-09-05T17:08:00.002-03:00

If you hold back anything, I'll kill ya. If you bend the truth or I think you're bending the truth, I'll kill ya. If you forget anything, I'll kill ya. In fact, you're gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. Now, do you understand everything I've said? 'Cause if you don't, I'll kill ya.

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (1998), Guy Ritchie.

Job.

2009-09-04T17:40:00.002-03:00

My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge, and, at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell.

American Beauty (1999), Sam Mendes.

Nightmare.

2009-09-04T15:17:00.000-03:00

I was having this awful nightmare that I was 32. And then I woke up and I was 23. So relieved. And then I woke up for real, and I was 32.

Before Sunset (2007), Richard Linklater.

Absurd.

2009-09-04T15:01:00.002-03:00

The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person is evil! Right?

Before Sunset (2007), Richard Linklater.

Is it?

Against our will.

2009-08-21T23:11:00.001-03:00

We tend to fall in love the same way we get sick; without wanting to, without believing it, against our will & unable to defend ourselves. And then we loose love exactly the same way.

Older.

2009-08-16T22:33:00.002-03:00

Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older.

Finding Neverland (2004), Marc Foster.

Sentido.

2009-08-16T12:53:00.000-03:00

Pasamos nuestra vida intentando encontrarle algún sentido al mundo. Pero el mundo no tiene sentido. Somos nosotros los encargados de dárselo.

High School Girls.

2009-08-16T12:38:00.002-03:00

That's what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age.

Dazed and Confused (1993), Richard Linklater.

Cool.

2009-07-29T02:20:00.002-03:00

For well you know that is a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder.

Paul McCartney, Hey Jude, The Beatles.

Words so sweet.

2009-07-21T13:59:00.003-03:00

It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song.
You can’t believe it, you were always singing along.
It was so easy and the words so sweet,
you can’t remember, you try to feel the beat.

Regina Spektor, Eet.

Un tema así, para escuchar en un lugar así, en un día así.

Thank you.

2009-07-21T11:27:00.003-03:00

And I thank you for bringing me here.
For showing me home.
For singing these tears.
Finally I've found that I belong here.

Martin Gore, Home, Depeche Mode.

Stade de France, Paris, 27.06.06.

In the words of.

2009-07-21T11:15:00.007-03:00

Chances like this do not come around every day. You've played hard in here, and I am proud of every last stinking one of you. Let's just give this everything we got.

We may fall on our faces,
but if we do, we will fall with dignity!
With a guitar in our hands and rock in our hearts!
And in the words of AC/DC:
"We roll tonight to the guitar bite,
and for those about to rock...
I salute you."

School of Rock (2003), Richard Linklater.

Even better.

2009-06-30T14:24:00.005-03:00

And when I squinted the world seemed rose-tinted, and angels appeared to descend. To my surprise, with half-closed eyes, things looked even better than when they were open.

Martin Gore, Waiting for the night, Depeche Mode.

Stade de France, Paris, 27.06.09.

A real RocknRolla.

2009-06-19T21:01:00.002-03:00

People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.

RocknRolla (2008), Guy Ritchie.

London.

2009-06-19T20:54:00.002-03:00

Fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON!

Snatch (2000), Guy Ritchie.

Next to me.

2009-06-18T16:06:00.004-03:00

Come and open up your folding chair next to me.
My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze.
There’s a shadow, you can't see my eyes,
and the sea is just a wetter version of the skies.

Folding Chair, Far, Regina Spektor.