Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.'s Interests
Music
Industrial
Indie
Folk
Punk
Hardcore
Screamo
Metal
Reggae
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Some Rap
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Traditional of Different Cultures
Movies
Stay
Fight Club
Everything is Illuminated
Borat
Cowards Bend at the Knee
Metropolis
Pan's Labyrinth
The Science of Sleep
Amalie
Gremlins
Hostel's I and II
Pulp Fiction
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Batman: The Dark Knight
A Fool there Was
Requiem for a Dream
Edward Scissor Hands
Vincent
Donnie Darko
A Clockwork Orange
Television
Rocko's Modern Life
Planet Earth
Taboo
Aqua Teen Hunger Force
The Girls Next Door (Awful Guilty Pleasure)
Anything with Steve Irwin (RIP)
Books
Fight Club
Invisible Monsters
Survivor
Lullaby
Choke
1984
Animal Farm
Brave New World
A Clockwork Orange
As I Lay Dying
The General in his Labyrinth
The Stories of Eva Luna
Looking for Alaska
Night
Post Secret
Found
Last Night's Party
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
Fahrenheit 451
Slaughterhouse 5
The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy
Metamorphosis
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Anticristo
Ishmael
The Communist Manifesto
The Perks of being a Wall Flower
Tales of a Shaman's Apprentice
Everything is Illuminated
Nip the Buds, Shoot the Kids
En Los Tiempos De Mariposas
Steppenwolf
Lolita
Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.'s Details
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Aries
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In college
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Student
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"Brod's life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily . . . None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something sersrving of the volumes of love she knew she had withen her, but to each she would have to say, 'I don't love you.' Bark-brown fence post: 'I don't love you.' Poem too long: 'I don't love you.' Lunch in a bowl: 'I don't love you.' Physics, the idea of you, the laws of you: 'I don't love you.' Nothing felt like anything more than what it actually was. Everything was just a thing, mired completely in its thingness. (...) So she had to satisfy herself with the 'idea' of love - loving the loving of things whose existence she didn't care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was a great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exist.
- Jonathen Safran Foer
You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
It was a time of killing. Like a long deluge, the war sent its mass insanity flooding into the convolutions of people's feelings, into every last recess of their bodies, into the forest, the streets and into the sky.
- Kenzaburo Oe
From the top of the meadow where we huddled together, the hole where we had buried our dead and the hole where we had buried the huge number of animal carcasses looked like the beginning of a regular series, as if they were a pair of reference points. I thought of simple graves laid out endlessly from those reference points at equal intervals, countless bodies to be disposed of. With all the battlefields in the world, how many people are going to die? And how many more people are going to dig the holes to bury them in. It seemed to me that our single grace was going to spread out forever all over the world.
-Kenzaburo Oe
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