I am a sucker for little kids and musicians. aim-canihaveabutton.
Hello, i'm angry:
"A human being is a part of a whole, called by us, UNIVERSE, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts, and feelings, as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty." -Albert Einstein.
You.
"Try to understand. Try to understand. Try try try to understand, he's a magic man, got the magic hands." "...The music and medicine you needed for comforting/So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving/And pluck all your silly strings/And bend all your notes for me/Soft silly music is meaningful magical/The movements were beautiful..." oh, and PRIMUS.
'AMERICA, WHY ARE YOUR LIBRARIES FULL OF TEARS?' "...If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love...a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value in itself. The Proles, it had suddenly occurred to him, had remained in this condition...they were loyal to one another...The proles are human beings...We are not human...We've been lucky...but it can't last much longer. You're young. You look normal and innocent. If you keep clear of people like me, you might stay alive for another fifty years...Do you realize how uterly alone we shall be?...The one thing that matters is that we shouldn't betray one another...Confession is not betrayal...If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal...They can't do that...They can't get inside you...If you can feel that staying human is worth while, even when it can't have any result whatever, you've beaten them...They could not alter your feelings; for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They could lay bare in the utmost detail everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whose workings were mysterious, even to yourself, remained impregnable."
He is in heaven and she is in bed. ...You are all my reasons.