Wednesday, 29 December 2010

• Eternal Sunshine of the Girl, Interrupted

  

    Valerie; "What would you have said to her?"

  Susanna; "I don't know. That I was sorry.

  That I will never know what it was like to be her.

  But I know what it's like to want to die.

  How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't.

  You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside."

   

  

  Joel; "Is there any risk of brain damage?"

  Howard; "Well technically speaking, the operation is brain damage."

  

  Susanna; "No one cares if you die, Lisa, because you're dead already.

  You're heart is cold. That's why you keep coming back here.

  You're not free. You need this place to feel alive. It's pathetic.

  

  
  Clementine; "Joely?"

  Joel; "Yeah Tangerine?"

  Clementine; "Am I ugly?"

  Joel; "Uh-uh."

  Clementine; "When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can't believe I'm crying already.

  Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid,

  like you don't matter. So, I'm eight and I have these toys, these dolls.

  My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine and I keep yelling at her,

  "You can't be ugly! Be pretty!" It's weird. Like if I can transform her, I would magically change too."

  

  Susanna; "When you don't want to feel, death can seem like a dream.

  But seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous.

  Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something just peels back...

  Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets cause we can't believe our minds.."

  

  Joel; "I don't see anything I don't like about you."

  Clementine; "But you will!! But you will, and I'll get bored with you

  and feel trapped cause that's what happens with me."

  

  Lisa; "You know there's too many buttons in the world.

  There's too many buttons and they're just- There's way too many

  just begging to be pressed, they're just begging to be pressed, you know?

  They're just- they're just begging to be pressed, and it makes me wonder,

  it really makes me fucking wonder, why doesn't anyone ever press mine?

  Why am I so neglected? Why doesn't anyone reach in and rip out the truth

  and tell me that I'm a fucking whore, or that my parents wish I were dead?"

  Susanna; "Because you're dead already, Lisa!"

  
  

  Clementine; "Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them,

  or I'm gonna make them feel alive. But I'm just a fucked up girl lookin'

  for her own piece of mind; Don't assign me yours."

  

  Susanna; "Maybe everyone out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is

  stupid, and ignorant. But I'd rather be in it. I'd rather be fucking in it,

  than down here with you. "

  

  Clementine; "This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon."

  Joel; "I know."

  Clementine; "What do we do?"

  Joel; "Enjoy it."

  

  Susanna; "Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is...

  Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret.

  It's you or me amplified.

  If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it.

  If you ever wished you could be a child forever."

  
  

  "Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders."

  

  “Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan

  It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath.

  That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide.”

  
  

   

  "Happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! The world forgetting by the world forgot!

  Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted and each wish resign'd!" 

  
  

   

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