Journal

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen. And there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We'll all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening, I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.

Coincidence, that's all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence.

This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

How much can you know about yourself, if you've never been in a fight?

One big unicorn, strong and free, thought he was happy as he could be.
Then three little kittens came around and turned his whole life upside down. They made him laugh, they made him cry. He never should have said goodbye. And now he knows he can never part from those three little kittens that changed his heart.

當我們相信自己對這個世界已經相當重要的時候,
其實這個世界才剛準備原諒我們的幼稚.

Are you watching closely?

It's called a reality check. The last thing Amélie wants.

I was perfect.

God doesn't make the world this way. We do.

Rorschach: The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper "no."

The Comedian: Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

In telling the stories of my father's life, it's impossible to separate fact from fiction, the man from the myth. The best I can do is to tell it the way he told me. It doesn't always make sense, and most of it never happened. But that's what kind of story this is.

A man tells so many stories, that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.

Colter: What would you do if you knew you only had one minute to live?
Christina: I’d make those seconds count.
Colter: I’d kiss you again.
Christina: Again?

With any luck, by next year,
I'll be going out with one of these girls.
But for now, let me say,
without hope or agenda,
just because it's Christmas,
and at Christmas you tell the truth -
to me, you are perfect,
and my wasted heart will love you,
until you look like this.
Merry Christmas.

但是總會留下些什麼吧！
留下什麼，我們就變成什麼樣的大人。

A hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a young boy's shoulders to let him know that the world hadn't ended.

Then I saw it, I saw a mom who would die for her son, a man who would kill for his wife, a boy, angry & alone, laid out in front of him the bad path. I saw it & the path was a circle, round & round. So I changed it.

You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you can't know for sure. Yet it doesn't matter, because you'll be together.

An idea is like a virus, resilient, highly contagious. The smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define or destroy you.

Which would be worse - to live as a monster? Or to die as a good man?

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.

我明明已經得回去了
不知不覺已經變成夏天
因為跟你們在一起
實在太快樂了

味道 聲音 文字 風景，
都是會過去的；
最後留下來的，只有記憶。
如果有一天，
我什麼都失去了，
我知道我一輩子不會忘記，
有一年在台北，
我遇到過一個愛我的人，
和一個沒有愛上我的人。

We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time.

Love me less,
but love me a long time.