bren mulcahy:
I am burning for you.
bren mulcahy:
I wonder did they cry as much as we did.
bren mulcahy:
Can I have a soul in a Godless world?
bren mulcahy:
The future will not be what you think.
bren mulcahy:
We are thrown into the world and not everone survives the fall.
bren mulcahy:
Don't you understand. We will always have each other.
bren mulcahy:
The crowds chanted our names. We were like Gods, riding through the forum.
bren mulcahy:
Ashes to Ashes. Dust to Dust.
bren mulcahy:
Read my lips - "There was no collusion with the Russians".
bren mulcahy:
Alpha Male
bren mulcahy:
He threw the acid at me to prove how much he loved me.
bren mulcahy:
I started this and now I wish I hadn't.
bren mulcahy:
Let's go and kill the cockroaches.
bren mulcahy:
How do we rise above the herd?
bren mulcahy:
He was too brave to be kept alive.
bren mulcahy:
I like the idea of forever, but I know I will get bored after a couple of hundred years.
bren mulcahy:
The best time of my life was spent in the company of a gambler.
bren mulcahy:
He woke up in a cell, in a panic, with no memory of the previous 24 hours.
bren mulcahy:
When the end of the world comes, we will pay to go and visit it.
bren mulcahy:
Why do we have to fight against everything? What's that all about?
bren mulcahy:
Achilles. Achilles. We need you to show us how to live. We need a hero.
bren mulcahy:
We all need someone who is going to fight our corner.
bren mulcahy:
Time to wake up to reality.
bren mulcahy:
Feckin kids won't be happy until every inch of this city is covered in graffiti.
bren mulcahy:
He was beautiful. The kind of beauty where bad people would want to throw acid in his face.
bren mulcahy:
The stones are always there even when you are not thinking about them.
bren mulcahy:
I would rather be free in hate, rather than a slave in love.
bren mulcahy:
Is this a kind of magic?
bren mulcahy:
In pergamon, they gathered to perform a play for the benefit of the people and the Gods. Nobody knew what was real or what was being played. Terrified, they looked over the valley as it stretched out towards the horizon.
bren mulcahy:
When they dig me up in a thousand years, everyone will still be miserable.
