My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; it’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you're lucky.
People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.
Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof.
Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.
Artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.
The past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it.
Knowledge, like air, is vital to life. Like air, no one should be denied it.
Remember, remember the fifth of November of gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gun powder treason should ever be forgot.
Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.
All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.
God is in the rain.
None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.
They say that life's a game, & then they take the board away.
Love your rage, not your cage.
No. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Never compromise.
The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.
Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.
We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.
There's a notion I'd like to see buried: the ordinary person. Ridiculous. There is no ordinary person.
So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there's always madness. Madness is the emergency exit.
All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.
VI VERI VENIVERSUM VIVUS VICI. By the Power of Truth, I, while living, have Conquered the Universe.
There is no future. There is no past. Do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.
If I have to have a past, then I prefer it to be multiple choice.
Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers, down it goes.
There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.
Sexually progressive cultures gave us literature, philosophy, civilization and the rest, while sexually restrictive cultures gave us the Dark Ages and the Holocaust.
The ending is nearer than you think, and it is already written. All that we have left to choose is the correct moment to begin.
