Slight Case of Insanity

A very small compilation of a few of my favourite quotes from movies, song lyrics and other random places.

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are dead (movie adaption of the play, 1990):

Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. Must have been shattering. Stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it. It never occurred to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there’s only one direction. And time is its only measure.

Marilyn Manson:

I fear being like everyone I hate, I fear failure, I fear losing control. I love balancing between chaos and control with everything I do. I always have a fear of going one way or another, getting lost in something, or losing everything to get lost in. And I fear being a completely acceptable sheep in society.

There is a hurricane ablowing and just by knowing what you know, you have an advantage to the blind morons that surround you everyday. However not everyone can be saved. Ancient proverb: don’t bother telling the TRUTH to your friend because he already knows and don’t bother telling the TRUTH to your enemy because he won’t believe you. Civilize those you can and fuck the rest. There are too many people in this world. It is not our responsibility to be constantly cleaning up after the weak-minded. Nature will eventually run its course and those too stupid to live will fortunately be crushed beneath the wheels of our progress. Assume your individuality. Culture can rob you of your uniqueness. That’s how stereotypes exist, and not without reason. Anyone too wrapped up in the sheep mentality of their ethnicity can never truly express themselves as individuals. READ, Watch, LISTEN, DO what you want. BUT BE WARNED! You cannot have this freedom at no cost. You must pay in responsibility. If you listen to MARILYN MANSON and MURDER your FAMILY then you will go to jail. That’s reality. If you decide to commit suicide for a song-SO LONG SUCKER! That kind of thinking has no place in our movement. Right now as a Family, as an Army we are limited as a minority. Laws bind us. But it is important to remember the law is only what is popular. Not whats right or wrong. Marilyn Manson rejects conventional morality and society’s self-serving standards. When WE become the majority, we will decide who doesn’t belong. As misanthropes and throw-away lods we will not submit to the mainstream. You will become it. And America should be very, very afraid. I AM YOU.

Trainspotting (Movie, 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 suite 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?

Closer (movie, 2004):

It’s a lie. It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and… all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it’s beautiful ’cause that’s what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone… But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so… the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.

Desiderata (Poem, Max Ehrmann 1927):

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Panic at The Disco, (Song lyrics, “There’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t figured it out yet”):

Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman. From that moment you’ll be out of place and under dressed. I’m wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it. Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and…

When you’re in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes, whoa, everything goes according to plan.

I’m the new cancer, never looked better, you can’t stand it. Because you say so under your breath. You’re reading lips “When did he get all confident?”

Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and I bet you just can’t keep up with, (keep up) with these fashionistas, and Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is “Cheap”, I bet to them you look like shh…

Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears. And keep telling yourself that “I’m a diva!” Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table, they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.

And I know, and I know, it just doesn’t feel like a night out with no one sizing you up. I’ve never been so surreptitious, so of course you’ll be distracted when I spike the punch.

George (Song lyrics, “Special Ones”):

Isn’t it funny how you never really screamed at my face, but your anger so unspoken and unchannelled permeates my essence to the point where I don’t want to see you hear you, be anywhere near you, you probably think I’m threatened by you but your illusionary power doesn’t threaten me.

Actually I think it’s kind of funny that you create an illusion that is a mirror, I don’t appreciate you and I know that that surprises you. I suppose you see that those who follow their heart always win, those with integrity have won the match before it’s begun.

So rather than being kicked around, I’m going to kick you to the curb. So rather than being pushed around, I’m going to push you away first. So rather than trying to protect you, I’m going to cover my basses first. So rather than trying to open my heart, I’m going to lock it with a key. So that only the special ones, so that only the special ones, can ever get through to me

Some can see beyond the barrier of threshold whereas others can’t see beyond their sculptured mould, you could offer me nothing, you could offer me nothing that I need. Do you think I’m asking too much? A kind of respect and trust that shouldn’t even be questioned, how can I open my heart with dishonesty sitting next to me?

I’ve honoured your honour to the point of embarrassment, but innocence in the hands of the guilt-free is kicked to, is kicked to the curb.

I was ashamed of my innocence, I was ashamed of my innocence but now with clarity I see that your bullshit is just not worthy of me.

Tagged as Anger, Desiderata, Fear, George, Hamlet, Heroin, Illusion, Individuality, Innocence, Lie, Lyrics, Marilyn Manson, Max Ehrmann, Mortality, Movie, Panic at The Disco, Play, Poem, Quote, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern, Shakespeare, Society, Song, Stereotypes, Trainspotting, Truth + Categorized as Me, myself and I