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— trainspotting; 1996

choose life. choose a job. choose a career. choose a family. choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. choose a starter home. choose your friends. choose leisurewear and matching luggage. choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday morning. choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. choose your future. choose life... but why would i want to do a thing like that? i chose not to choose life. i chose somethin' else. and the reasons? there are no reasons. who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

— paprika; 2006

don't you think dreams and the internet are similar? they are both areas where the repressed conscious mind vents.

— girl, interrupted; 1999

have you ever confused a dream with life? or stolen something when you have the cash? have you ever been blue? or thought your train moving while sitting still? maybe i was just crazy. maybe it was the 60s. or maybe i was just a girl... interrupted.

— moonlight; 2016

at some point, you gotta decide for yourself who you’re going to be. can’t let nobody make that decision for you.

— the edge of seventeen; 2016

i am an old soul. i like old music and old movies and even old people. bottom line is, i have nothing in common with the people out there, and they have nothing in common with me.

— eternal sunshine of spotless mind; 2004

i'm always anxious, thinking i’m not living my life to the fullest, taking advantage of every possibility, make sure i’m not wasting one second of the little time i have.

— silver linings playbook; 2012

the world will break your heart ten ways to sunday. that's guaranteed. i can't begin to explain that. or the craziness inside myself and everyone else. but guess what? sunday's my favorite day again. i think of what everyone did for me, and i feel like a very lucky guy.

— gone girl; 2014

men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? she’s a cool girl. being the cool girl means i am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because cool girls are above all hot. hot and understanding. cool girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. go ahead, shit on me, i don’t mind, i’m the cool girl.

— dark places; 2015

i was not a lovable child, and i'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.

— zodiac; 2007

i like killing people because it is so much fun. it is more fun than killing wild game in the forest, because man is the most dangerous animal of all. to kill something is the most thrilling experience. it is even better than getting your rocks off with a girl. the best part of it is that when i die, i will be reborn in paradise and all that i have killed will become my slaves. i will not give you my name because you will try to slow down or stop my collecting of slaves for my afterlife.

— before sunset; 2004

i'm happy you're saying that, because... i mean, i always feel like a freak, because i'm never able to move on like... this! you know. people just have an affair, or even entire relationships... they break up and they forget! they move on like they would have changed brand of cereals! i feel i was never able to forget anyone i've been with. because each person have... their own, specific qualities. you can never replace anyone. what is lost is lost. each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. that's why i'm very careful with getting involved, because... it hurts too much! even getting laid! i actually don't do that... i will miss on the other person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things. maybe i'm crazy, but... when i was a little girl, my mom told me that i was always late to school. one day she followed me to see why. i was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or... ants crossing the road, the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk... little things. i think it's the same with people. i see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me, and that I miss, and... will always miss. you can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. like i remember the way, your beard has a bit of red in it. and how the sun was making it glow, that... that morning, right before you left. i remember that, and... i missed it! i'm really crazy, right?

— t2: trainspotting; 2017

you know nothing. you understand nothing. you live in the past. where i come from, the past is something to forget, but here it’s all you talk about. you are clearly so in love with each other that I feel awkward in your company. instead of looking at me you should get naked and fuck each other.

— harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban; 2004

happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light.

— imagine me & you; 2005

i think you know immediately. as soon as your eyes meet... then everything that happens from then on just proves that you have been right in that first moment. when you suddenly realize that you were incomplete and now you are whole.

— arrival; 2016

now, i’m not so sure i believe in beginnings and endings. there are days that define your story beyond your life, like the day they arrived.

— when harry met sally; 1989

i love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. i love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. i love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like i'm nuts. i love that after i spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. and i love that you are the last person i want to talk to before i go to sleep at night. and it's not because i'm lonely, and it's not because it's new year's eve. i came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

— her; 2013

it's like i'm reading a book... and it's a book i deeply love. but i'm reading it slowly now. so the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. i can still feel you... and the words of our story... but it's in this endless space between the words that i'm finding myself now. it's a place that's not of the physical world. it's where everything else is that i didn't even know existed. i love you so much. but this is where i am now. and this who i am now. and i need you to let me go. as much as i want to, i can't live your book any more.