Kẻ Ngoại Đạo

Không còn gã đàn ông nào để gây ấn tượng nữa, nên em bỏ quần áo đi mua đồ trang trí giáng sinh. Nhưng khi ngắm nghía, em chợt thấy buồn khi mùa đông năm nay em chỉ còn một mình. Từng có cả đàn anh chị em ríu rít, quây quần.

“…
          I—'ave—marched—six—weeks in 'Ell an' certify
          It—is—not—fire—devils, dark, or anything,
          But boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again,
          An' there's no discharge in the war!
          Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different
          Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic!
          …”

“It’s the ones you chase that’ll make you pay.”

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.”
          - John Milton, Paradise Lost

“If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.”
          - Malcolm X

Everyday you’re gonna miss him a little less.
          Everyday the memories are gonna fade away a little bit more.
          D’you like what you see, love?
          Because sometimes I can’t help but despise what I see in the mirror.
          
          I don’t need to be the greatest,
          I just need to be enough.
          Legs long enough.
          Breasts soft enough.
          Eyes lingering enough.
          
          Son,
          Don’t destroy this body.
          Don’t turn on me.
          Because I don’t deal in regrets.
          
          All this knowledge,
          And all these experiences,
          Yet if I got to choose again,
          I’d rather not ever know them.
          
          How far can you push a man,
          Before he breaks apart?
          Before he breaks himself?
          I’m a circus clown,
          Performing on three stages.
          Three shows that last a lifetime.
          Third time’s a charm, no?
          
          There will be days when alcohol no longer offers you solitude.
          Today’s one of those.
          Today you crave a home-cooked meal and a good night’s sleep.
          Today you realize maybe you really need a man to be with you.
          
          Intelligence breeds hubris.
          Girls like me have a ton of intelligence,
          But lack common sense.
          Lord, if I get meself a man that looks like that,
          I’ll never complain about anything in life ever again.
          
          A man sounds like freedom.
          A man sounds like a dream.
          Either him or me,
          You know I have to make a choice.
          
          I’m swimming in a sea of fog, trying to keep my conscience clean.
          I know I’ve failed.
          There are no gods.
          There are only monsters.
          
          A suit with money,
          And a newfound power.
          A man past his prime.
          He pointed his fingers,
          And his subordinates tremble.
          Money talks.
          Fear whispers.
          
          Downtrodden women,
          Wandering the streets.
          Working harder than most.
          But they entertain no sin.
          No booze, no smoking,
          No fragile egos.
          Maybe no broken dreams too,
          Because they have given up on them.
          
          Anyway, the suit pointed his fingers.
          Dirty streets, dirty people, a dirty city.
          “Clean ‘em up,” he screamed. “Clean my house.”

"A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on. Ideas have endurance without death." — John F. Kennedy

“When the rich rob the poor, it's called business. When the poor fight back, it's called violence."
          - Mark Twain.

“Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable."
          - John F. Kennedy

“But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
          - Aldous Huxley, Brave New World