"God" grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.

Seymour once said to me--in a crosstown bus, of all places--that all legitimate religious study must lead to unlearning the differences, the illusory differences, between boys and girls, day and night, heat and cold.

Methodically obsessing over every little detail/ Mind over body, but there's nothing up there/ Don't mind me/ I'll risk repeating history, over & over again/ Relying on a thrill that never lets me down/ Never knocking on doors/ Looking out for windows to climb out of.

No puedo entender a toda esa gente que se toma tan en serio, tiene opiniones sobre absolutamente todo y siente la necesidad de que el mundo entero lo sepa. Llevo una vida simple, no me gustan los alborotos ni las muchedumbres, el gentío me asquea, me aísla. Sus vidas sociales y eventos, juntas a desayunar o almorzar, a ir de compras, a comer a algún lugar, a un bar o a bailar, a un concierto o al cine. No me los puedo tragar, no soporto al mundo y sus maneras. No estoy dispuesta a tranzar mi soledad. Me enfrento a cada mañana con los ojos abiertos, soñando. No quiero salir de ahí. Quiero quedarme para siempre enfrentando calamidades con finales felices, o inciertos, lo que sea, pero nada real, nada que pueda hacerme daño de verdad. No estoy perdido, he buscado un rato pero me he aburrido, no puedo encontrar mi camino. Soy consciente de que mi incierto futuro no es mi destino y, sin embargo, ahí voy. Si te vas me las arreglaré cómo sea, sabes que no necesito mucho, que no quiero demasiado, sabes que soy un experto en arreglármelas, dejarme llevar por la corriente, nadar en contra sólo cuando es necesario, o simplemente olvidar que necesito lo que sea que necesite y no pueda obtener. Quédate. No te vayas. Y si llegas mientras duermo, no me despiertes. Quítate las zapatillas, los calcetines, los pantalones y el polerón, y métete en la cama conmigo. Abrázame. Sé muy bien que las mías no son virtudes, si no excusas, pero te amo. En mi mundo existimos sólo tú y yo y nuestros gatos.

"Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while. And admit the truth: that when you really look closely? People are so strange and so complicated that they're actually... beautiful. Possibly even me."

Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in
tell all my people i'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride

Nick -What do people do when they're not stoned?
Ken -IDK, relate to each other?
Daniel -I don't wanna relate to anybody
Nick -I wanna relate to Lindsay

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out,
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you

I smoke a blunt to take the pain out/ And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out/ I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby/ And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin' crazy.

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.

"I never met a dame yet that didn't know if she was good-lookin' or not without being told. And there's some of them that give themselves credit for more than they've got. I once went out with a dame who told me, 'I'm the glamorous type.' She says, 'I am the glamorous type.' I said, 'So what?'"

Solo, despavorido y con una tremenda añoranza vacía. Toda la habitación para mis pensamientos. Solo yo y lo que pienso, lo que temo. Podría pensar las cosas más fantásticas, podría bailar, escupir, hacer muecas, blasfemar, gemir... nadie lo sabría nunca, nadie lo oiría nunca. La idea de una intimidad tan absoluta es suficiente para volverme loco.
El tiempo a tu disposición. Cada segundo pesa sobre ti como una montaña. Te ahogas en él. Desiertos, mares, lagos, océanos. El tiempo que pasa golpeando como un cuchillo de carnicero. La nada. El mundo. El yo y el no-yo. Umaharumuma. Todo debe tener un nombre. Todo debe aprenderse, probarse, experimentarse. Faites comme chez vous, chéri.

No consigo entender por qué todo tiene que estar bien hecho, no me atrevo a salir de la cama y afrontar todos los días la tiranía de la perfección.

Oh well, I love you pretty baby
You're the only love I've ever known
Just as long as you stay with me
The whole world is my throne
Beyond here lies nothin'
Nothin' we can call our own

-It's a good thing that you're here. I'd hate to be alone right now.

-You're always alone, Achilles. I'm just keeping your loneliness some company.

And the more I drink the more I feel it. That's why I drink. Because when I drink, I look for compassion, I look for feeling... I drink because I want to suffer.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder'd at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
I could die for you.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.

Don't do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul. When you go to work, work your ass off. When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.

I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.

And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back to where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for it, because it was so human.

So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes.

If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself but to your own estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.

Sontag drew fire for writing that "Mozart, Pascal, Boolean algebra, Shakespeare, parliamentary government, baroque churches, Newton, the emancipation of women, Kant, Balanchine ballets, et al. don't redeem what this particular civilization has wrought upon the world. The white race is the cancer of human history." (Partisan Review, Winter 1967, p. 57.) Sontag refused to apologize for the remark. She later issued a partial apology for her statement, saying it was insensitive to cancer victims.

Maybe this world is another planet's Hell.

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

Life cannot wait until the sciences explained the universe. We cannot put off living until we are ready. The most salient characteristic of life is its coerciveness; it is always urgent, 'here and now' without any possible postponement. Life is fired at us point blank.

"Nothing happened to me, Officer Starling. I happened. You can't reduce me to a set of influences. You've given up good and evil for behaviorism, Officer Starling. You' ve got everybody in moral dignity pants - nothing is ever anybody's fault. Look at me, Officer Starling. Can you stand to say I'm evil? Am I evil, Officer Starling?"

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.

But to risk we must,
Because the greatest hazard in life
Is to risk nothing
The man, the woman, who risks nothing,
Does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.

Maybe I have a problem
But that's not what I wanted to say
I prefer to say nothing
I got a long way to go
Getting further away

Jane F: *That* is where corn chips come from. Hmm... Maybe ol' Professor Hardwood is onto something. He probably really loves corn. And all corn-related products. I mean, isn't that what you're supposed to put in a frame? Things you love? I'm gonna do that. When I'm get home, I'm gonna frame a bunch of stuff I love. Like lasagna. I *love* lasagna. It's SO good. And cheesy. You know who else loves lasagna? Garfield. Man, that cat really loves lasagna. Maybe I should put a picture of Garfield in a frame. You know, as a kind of shorthand way of saying 'I love lasagna.' That would be so f*cking inside. Or how 'bout a photo of *President* Garfield? Oh shit, that would be totally meta! People would be all like: Jane, why do you have a photo of President Garfield on your mantle? And I'd be like: Because I like lasagna, of course.

- "Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever. "

Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.

“ By the time I was your age, I really thought I knew who I was, but I had no idea. Like for example, when I was your age, I was dating men. So what I’m saying is when you’re older, most of you will be gay. „

Ellen DeGeneres in her commencement speech to the 2009 graduates at Tulane University

Lunes 3 febrero

Ella me daba la mano y no hacía falta mas. Me alcanzaba para sentir que era bien acogido. Más que besarla, más que acostarnos juntos, más que ninguna otra cosa, ella me daba la mano y eso era amor.

Misanthropes can hold normal and intimate relationships with people, but they will often be very few and far between. They will typically be very selective with whom they choose to associate. This is also where their aversion is most prevalent, because their perspective shows an overriding contempt towards common human faults and weaknesses in others and, in some cases, themselves.

It is because of that aversion that most misanthropes will often be categorized as loners, living in seclusion. They generally will not find solace or effective functioning in society as a result of their perspective. However, effectively functioning in society has little or no value to the misanthrope, and the prospect of fitting into their culture seems to them like idiocy.

the world is mine for the taking
but i ain't taking shit

I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I’m sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.