Vera

“If I let you, you would make me destroy myself. in order to survive you, I must first survive myself.
I can sink no further, and I cannot forgive you, there's no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you. I've gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I will use my mistakes against you, there's no other choice. Im shameless now, im nameless now, im nothing now, im no one now but my soul must be iron 'cause my fear is naked
im naked and fearless and my fear is naked”
― Maynard James Keenan

“I understand, all right. The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking moment, alert. The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone. The vertigo and the constant hunger to be exposed, to be seen through, perhaps even wiped out. Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace. Suicide? No, too vulgar. But you can refuse to move, refuse to talk, so that you don't have to lie. You can shut yourself in. Then you needn't play any parts or make wrong gestures. Or so you thought. But reality is diabolical. Your hiding place isn't watertight. Life trickles in from the outside, and you're forced to react. No one asks if it is true or false, if you're genuine or just a sham. Such things matter only in the theatre, and hardly there either. I understand why you don't speak, why you don't move, why you've created a part for yourself out of apathy. I understand. I admire. You should go on with this part until it is played out, until it loses interest for you. Then you can leave it, just as you've left your other parts one by one.”
― Ingmar Bergman

“The Doctor: I've seen bigger.
Clara: Really?
The Doctor: Are you joking? It's massive!”
― Steven Moffat

“- Zo vreemd, zegt ze, dat wij hier nu samen zijn, onbegrijpelijk. Ik denk dikwijls dat er eigenlijk niet veel verschil is tussen leven en dromen. Het verschil is maar schijnbaar, doordat we, als we wakker zijn, alles veel te bevooroordeeld bekijken om te zien dat het leven ook een droom is.”
― Willem Frederik Hermans, Nooit meer slapen