Archive for August, 2005

#52

When a person’s drunk, they talk sense or they talk none; and you can listen to them or not. It’s the same as when they’re sober.

By Patrick Neate, London pigeon wars | 2005/08/10 @ 09:08 | | 0

#51

I don’t really want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted? Just like that, and it didn’t mean anything. What then?

By Neil Gaiman, Coraline | 2005/08/05 @ 11:08 | | 0