...o papai noel dá uma carona para um menininho gordinho (papai noel é o billy bob thorton, com um cigarro na boca)...
Kid: Why do you need a car? Santa: What the fuck are you talking about? Kid: This car. Santa: Which turn is it? Kid: Sage Terrace. Where's your sleigh? Santa: It's in the shop, getting repaired. Kid: Where are the reindeer? Santa: I stabled them. Is it left or right? Kid: That way. Where's the stable? Santa: Next to the shop. Kid: How do they sleep? Santa: Who? The reindeer? Standing up. Kid: But the noise. How do they sleep? Santa: What noise? Kid: From the shop. Santa: They only work during the day, all right? Kid: I thought it was always night at the North Pole. Santa: Well, not now. Right now it's always day. Kid: Then how do they sleep? Santa: Oh, shit. Sage Terrace. What is it with you, anyway? Somebody drop you on your fucking head? Kid: On *my* head? Santa: Well, yeah. What, are they gonna drop you on somebody else's head? Kid: How can they drop me onto my own head? Santa: No, not *onto* your... Would... God damn it! Are you fucking with me?
"Não fora exatamente aquilo que me sucedera ? Não havia vivido na embriaguês e na imundíce, na dissipação e na desordem, até que um novo impulso vital despertara em mim exatamente o contrário, a ânsia da pureza e a nostalgia da santidade ?"
E para a família mais doce que já tive notícia, o mais honesto abraço, o mais carinhoso beijo, e toda força que eu for capaz de dar.
Ao veveco, um beijo na testa, e farei o meu melhor para cuidar das que ficam, com todo o amor que foi capaz de dar, toda a bondade que foi capaz de ensinar, e com toda a doçura que viveu e fez viver.
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
I kept thinking
I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights
Just thinking how you'd done me wrong
And I grew strong
I learned how to get along
So now you're back
From outer space
I just walked in to find you here
Without the look upon your face
I should have changed my f-ing lock
I would have made you leave your key
If I'd have known for just one second
You'd be back to bother me
Oh now go,
Walk out the door
Just turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire
Did you think I'd crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
As long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
I will survive
I will survive
Yeah, yeah
It took all the strength I had
Just not to fall apart
I'm trying hard to mend the pieces
Of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights
Just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
But now I hold my head up high
And you see me
With somebody new
I'm not that stupid little person still in love with you
And so you thought you'd just drop by
And you expect me to be free
But now I'm saving all my loving
For someone who's loving me
Oh now go,
Walk out the door
Just turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire
Did you think I'd crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
As long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive
I've got all my live to live
I've got all my love to give
I will survive
I will survive
Yeah, yeah
We suffer everyday, what is it for
These crimes of illusion, are fooling us all
And now I am weary and I feel like I do
It's only you, who can tell me apart
And it's only you, who can turn my wooden heart
The size of our fight, it's just a dream
We've crushed everything I can see, in this morning selfishly
How we've failed and I feel like I do
It's only you, who can tell me apart
And it's only you, who can turn my wooden heart
Now that we've chosen to take all we can
This shade of autumn, a stale bitter end
Years of frustration lay down side by side
And it's only you, who can tell me apart
And it's only you, who can turn my wooden heart
It's only you, who can tell me apart
And it's only you, who can turn my wooden heart
"First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons – but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which has lain quiet whitin the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this.He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love whitin himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world – a world intense and strange, complete in himself(...)
(…) The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else – but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
It is fot this reason that most of us rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that , in a deep secret way, the state of being be loved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him inly pain."
Forgive me for running off to find the one thing I have to do.
Each night you can fall asleep assured that someday I’ll be coming home to you.
These constant reminders in everything I see.
The chance of a lifetime…what a great place to be.
Oh Amy, don’t hate me, for running away from you.
Oh Amy, don’t hate me. I’m still in love with you!
I’m sorry I can’t be everything to you.
Your place is at the heart of what I do.
Everything’s for you.
Oh Amy, don’t hate me, for running away from you.
Oh Amy, don’t hate me. I’m still in love with you!
Oh Amy, Oh Amy!
Oh Amy, Oh Amy!
Oh Amy, don’t hate me. I’m still in love with you!
Every time I run away, it’s easier to stay.
At the heart, the heart is you in everything I do.
Every time I run away, it’s easier to stay.
At the heart, the heart is you in everything I do.
