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Death must be so beautiful.
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The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.
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If pain must come, may it come quickly.
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Everything was for tomorrow, but tomorrow never came.
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That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any.
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This is an important lesson to remember when you're having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won't feel this way forever.
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I followed it blindly, stumbling along the way, scraped and weary, without any idea of where it was leading, without ever realizing that with every step I was approaching the light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel.
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Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.
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What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that?
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Loneliness is the human condition. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment.
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For the first time all day I felt safe.
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It’s only after you’ve stepped outside your comfort zone that you begin to change, grow, and transform.
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They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.
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Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach.
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The side streets are there. Pause in one of them for a moment. There is no more reason to return to the main street than to wander away from it. More alleys... more thoroughfares... and those odd encounters of eyes in lonely alleys.
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It ends or it doesn't.
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I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be a work of art.
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Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
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I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
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Don't wait for a light to appear at the end of the tunnel, stride down there and light the bloody thing yourself.
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Is there a chance? A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel? A reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind? Or are we ashes and wine?
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There is hope. Trust me.
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The bravest people are the ones who don’t mind looking like cowards.
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Some damage is too severe, don't be the paralyzed person in the bed who is waiting to walk again. Find some other way to get around – swing from a vine, get a Mad Max wheelchair. Anything but…wait.
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The world should take note: not everything is getting worse.
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I am very tired, very banal, very confused. I do not know who I am tonight. I wanted to walk until I dropped and not complete the inevitable circle of coming home.
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It's convenient how everyone who supports waterboarding and torture, or "enhanced interrogation techniques" as they like to call it, have never experienced it themselves. Yet everyone who has, myself included, are firmly against it.
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Who's that? Who's there? God? Not exactly. Well, who?
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Down here and up there are all the same to me. Whether I lie here in the gutter and stow away the rain water or drink champagne up there with the same lips makes no difference to me, not even in the taste.
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Only imbeciles see things in black and white: liberal or conservative, yes or no, this or that. Those in power laugh at those people in their morally inverted shades of grey, basking in the labels they've created so the people are easier to control.
