Detective Rust Cohle (as portrayed by Matthew McConaughey)
- 'True Detective' S1E3 - "The Locked Room" [Part 3]
To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight; to realize that all your life, and all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain; it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream; a dream that you had inside a locked room; a dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it.
Swans
- "Song for a Warrior"
There is a growing golden light; a flower unfolding behind the mirror of your eyes. If an angel could hold it in his polished white hand, I know he'd release it like a bird to the sky. Now you are the warrior who will conquer this land. On a horse made of clouds, you will scatter the sands. Some people say God is long dead, but I heard something inside you with my head to your chest.
Swans
- "The Seer Returns"
Ah, the mountains are crumbling. Ah, the canyons are thundering. All the people are fucking. They're just a pile of writhing, selfish bliss. I know I'll never die. I scream up at the sky: "You have arrived."
Swans
- "The Seer Returns"
Behind the veil of silver scars, there is a special inverted star. He's a greasy beast, heaving in a field of sticky, black mud. I'm down here naked. There's a hole in my chest. Both my arms are broken, pointing east and west. Your life pours into my mouth. My light pours out of my mouth. There's a jagged, deep crack in the crust of the earth, spreading from north to south. Put your light in my mouth.
Aegaeon
- "Perception II"
This is my perception - it is you; a virus. My mind was constructed to see this universe as poison. An immortal machine of pure energy. This is my perception - it is your oblivion. Perfection and harmony will only exist with no destroyer and no creator.
Aegaeon
- "The Consumption of Everything"
I am ruined until the moment in time arrives when I strip life to bare matter. I do not value life; I value its destruction. Open your eyes; see the death that is coming. Rage has overtaken my mind. I will descend; I will descend into the depths of reality and make the decision to erase the universe. Time does not exist. I can see everything: the consumption of everything; the overtaking of nothingness.
Aegaeon
- "Reshaping the Multiverse"
Incalculable destruction; a realization of purpose. Equal and opposite forces, one and the same. The end of all things cannot be reached. I imagine a greater place for the future generations of being. I imagine a greater place. My devastation has only caused creation; reshaping the multiverse.
the spirit of the beehive.
- "Natural Devotion"
If someone had asked me fifteen years ago to imagine what Hell feels like, it would have felt a lot like me in (redacted) right now. If you want every monotonous day to feel utterly unreal and meaningless; if you want to spend every moment; if you want to lose any understanding of who you are or who you were or who you want to be - move to (redacted) alone. Now, die.
Aegaeon
- "A Product of Variety"
Cosmic calamity; a pervasive everlasting affliction. Discord is essential. A product of variety; dissension, intrinsic in choice. Can I transcend the paradox? Defy the fundamental essence-what should be left? Simultaneous beginning and end, stretched and compressed to infinite past and future. I will incur boundless oblivion with complete stagnation; permanent nothingness composed of frozen everything. A shapeless entity of impossibility; uncertain abstract phenomena. Defy me-what will be left?
Aegaeon
- "Dimensions of Reality"
Inconceivable realm imprisoned in a singular paradigm. Such a feeble understanding of the whole. Lost in a void of consciousness unknown, the vast totality of being. I have stared into the depths of the abyss, and it has stared into me. No pity for weaker life. I eclipse the dimensions of reality. Your narrow scope of conception, I will erase.
Gym Class Heroes
- "Faces in the Hall"
She thought nothing of it and just shoved it in the closet until the day the word dripped out like a leaky faucet. Alberto was homosexual; I ain't have nothing against it, but little Ronnie Johnson and all his football-player friends did. They'd always pick and nag; call him "fag" and such and such, and couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts. The gym teacher never cared; he'd just join in on the action. He'd make silly gestures and compare him to Micheal Jackson.
Gym Class Heroes
- "Faces in the Hall"
His family was picture perfect - his older sister was prom queen; his dad a decorated vet for the Vietnam team. His mother was Dear Abby - an ordinary housewife. Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5. But Alberto had a monster he kept under his bed, and instead of letting it out, he just got a girlfriend instead. She knew something was funny; she could tell by his behavior, or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand when he would wave to her.
Gym Class Heroes
- "Faces in the Hall"
I knew this kid named Alberto - funny-style cat, and his girl looked like a turtle. Not Lisa Turtle - just a turtle. High school track; he ran the hurdle. His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered. Now, Alberto was your average A-student - participated in class, never came late, and never truant.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
- "Ode to the West Wind - I" (2)
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, - Each like a corpse within its grave, until - Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow - Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill - (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) - With living hues and odours plain and hill: - Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; - Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
- "Ode to the West Wind - I" (1)
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, - Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead - Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, - Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, - Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed.
Kevin Lieber (Vsauce2)
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Earl Sweatshirt
- "Sunday"
My momma raised me a prophet; I play for dollar-incentive, and where I'm walking, it's studded, and half-stupid, I stumble to where she parks when she visits, I grab the bottle and chug it; I see the car in the distance; I know the dark isn't coming for the moment, if I could hold it.
