Freddie Su

“Yes, the entire human history has been fortunate. From the Stone Age till now, no real crisis has occurred. We've been very lucky. But if it's all luck, then it has to end one day. Let me tell you: It's ended. Prepare for the worst.”
― Cixin Liu, The Three-Body Problem, Vol. 1

“I'm a very, you know, lucky guy. I've got a lot going for me: I'm healthy, I'm relatively young, I'm White...which, that God for that shit, boy. That is a HUGE leg up. Are you kidding me? Oh, God, I love being White. I really do. Seriously, if you are not White, you are missing out. Because this shit it thoroughly good. Let me be clear, by the way. I'm not saying that White people are better. I'm saying that being White is clearly better. Who could argue? If it was an option, I would re-up every year.

"Oh, yeah, I'll take White again, absolutely. I've been enjoying that. I"m gonna stick with White, thank you,"

Here's how great it is to be White: I can get into a time machine and go to any time, and it would be fucking awesome when I get there! That is an exclusively White privilege. Black people can't fuck with time machines! A Black guy in a time machine is like, "Hey, anytime before 1980, no thank you, I'm don't want to go."

But I can go to any time! The year 2. I don't even know what's happening then, but I know when I get there...

"Welcome, we have a table right here for you, sir."

"Thank you. Oh, it's lovely here in the year 2."

I can go anytime...in the past. I don't want to go into the future and find out what happens to White people because we're going to pay hard for this shit, you got to know that. We're not going to just fall from number one to two. They're going to hold us down and fuck us in the ass forever. And we totally deserve it. But for now, wheeeeee!”
― Louis C.K.

“Gobo Fraggle: "It's not important anymore."

Cantus the Minstrel: "Everything is important, or nothing is; I prefer the former.”
― Jim Henson, Fraggle Rock

“When it was finally quiet again, she was no longer capable of making any sound. She stared at her father's lifeless body, and the thoughts she could not voice dissolved into her blood, where they would stay with her for the rest of her life.”
― Cixin Liu, The Three-Body Problem, Vol. 1