who are you carrying all those bricks for? God? is that it, God? well, i tell ya, let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. he's a prankster. think about it, he gives man instincts, he gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does he do? i swear, for his own amusement, his own private cosmic gag-reel, he sets the rules in opposition. it's the goof of all time. look, but don't touch. touch, but don't taste. taste, but don't swallow. and while you're jumping from one foot to the next, what's he doing? he's laughing his sick fucking ass off! he's a tight ass, a sadist! he's an absentee landlord! worship that? NEVER! (Devil's Advocate, 1997)
Isn't it funny. i'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. love is temperamental. tiring. it makes demands. love uses you. changes it's mind.
...but hatred, now. that's something you can use. sculpt. wield. it's hard or soft, however you need it. love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you. it's so soothing. i feel infinitely better now.
... love's an illusion. it's a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. i'd rather have cash. (white oleander, fitch)
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