“You are 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.[B] You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.[/B]”
“You are 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.[B] You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.[/B]”
Fight Club!
“[B][I]I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin?[/I][/B]”
[I]" I mean sometimes he’ll… uh… well, you’ll say “hello” to him, right? And he’ll just walk right by you. He won’t even notice you. And suddenly he’ll grab you, and he’ll throw you in a corner, and he’ll say, “do you know that ‘if’ is the middle word in life?” [/I]
apocalypse now [SPOILER]το γκουκλαρα για να μην χαθει το θρεντ[/SPOILER]
Listen, if there isn’t a prostetic leg on this table in ten minutes, I’m gonna bitchslap you all so hard that your unborn children will come out well behaved!