Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

My main point about films is that I don't like the adaptation process, and I particularly don't like the modern way of comic book-film adaptations, where, essentially, the central characters are just franchises that can be worked endlessly to no apparent point.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.

As far as I can see, it's not important that we have free will, just as long as we have the illusion of free will to stop us going mad.

I think that in an increasingly virtual world, lovingly produced artefacts are at a premium.

The only reality we can ever truly know is that of our perceptions, our own consciousness, while that consciousness, and thus our entire reality, is made of nothing but signs and symbols. Nothing but language. Even God requires language before conceiving the Universe. See Genesis: “In the beginning was the Word.

Through my blue fingers, pink grains are falling, haphazard, random, a disorganized stream of silicone that seems pregnant with the possibility of every conceivable shape… But this is illusion. Things have their shape in time, not space alone. Some marble blocks have statues within them, embedded in their future.