Acho que vou escrever um poema ou livro tipo um diário meio doido contando das coisas que acontecem na minha cabeça. Depois só vou publicar num blog que ninguém lê e deixar essas coisas guardadas para eu rir de mim mesmo daqui a muito tempo. Queria ter talento para descrever o motivo do meu sorriso quando estou de pé espremido contra o vidro da frente num ônibus lotado atravessando a Terceira Ponte. É que minha cabeça tá láá em baixo na água e estou imaginando que estou voando bem rente a água, e de repente parece que sinto o frescor da água respingando.

Devaneios

"Michelangelo did tell a lie. it took 500 years for someone to notice something hidden in plain sight. It was a doctor who noticed the shape of the human brain. The message being that the divine gift does not come from a higuer power, but from our own minds."

-Dr. Ford in Westworld.

"The god of god is us. Humans. We made god, allah, yahweh, Ra, Thor... If we were to disappear right now, all the gods will follow us into oblivion. For without us to imagine them and pretend they're there, they would disappear"

-Username Viriatus from 9gag.

You're in a prison of your own sins.

These violent delights have violent ends.

"When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools." 

We humans are alone in this world for a reason. We've murdered and butchered anything that challenged our privacy. 

Oh Felix, you really do make a terrible human being. [long pause] And I mean that as a compliment.

Ford: Bernard, I told you Arnold didn't know how to save you. I do.
Bernard: What the hell are you talking about?
Ford: You needed time. Time to understand your enemy, to become stronger than them. And I'm afraid to leave this place, you will need to suffer more. And now it is time to say goodbye, old friend. Good luck.

 I'm not crying for myself. I'm cryin' for you. They say that great beasts once roamed this world. Big as mountains. Yet all that's left of them is bone and amber. Time undoes even the mightiest creatures. Just look what it's done to you. One day, you will perish. You will like with the rest of your kind in the dirt. Your dreams forgotten, your horrors faced, your muscles will turn to sand, and upon that sand a new God will walk, one that will never die, because this world doesn't belong to you or the people who came before. It belongs to someone who is yet to come.

William couldn't find you, Dolores. But out there, among the dead, he found something else. Himself. (The Man in Black)

I've told you, Bernard, never place your trust in us. We're only human. Inevitably, we'll only disappoint you.

Mozart, Beethoven and Chopin never died. They simply became music. 

My father used to say that only boring people get bored. 

Everything in this world is magic... except to the magician. 

You can't play God without being acquainted with the devil.