“I could have slapped his face. I could have slapped that god-damned handsome, eagle-beakered, strong-boned, rubignious-hided high old face, in which the eyes weren't old but hard and bright without any depth to them and were an insult to look into. And the Boss laughed, and I could have slapped his goddamned face. I could have walked right out and left the two of them alone there, alone in that cheese-smelling room until hell froze over, and just kept walking.

But I didn't, and perhaps it was just as well, for maybe you cannot ever really walk away from the things you most want to walk away from.”

All The King's Men, Robert Penn Warren

“When we first started out I had a really big issue and a lot of my loved ones had a really big issue with the fact that I was totally in pain up there and there was a time when I tried to hurt myself off stage, but I got over that. Like, you should never want to hurt yourself. You should love yourself. Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself and become a new person and I think that that is going to be a lot of what the next record is about, not to plug it or anything. Like, it's going to talk about dying and coming back to become what you totally want to become. We are all becoming what we want to become.”

Gerard Way

“Down once more to the dungeons
of my black despair
Down we plunge
To the prison of my mind
Down that path into darkness
Deep as hell.”

Phantom Of The Opera, Andrew Lloyd Webber Recommended by Sibyl.

“Hounded out by everyone
Met with hatred everywhere
No kind words from anyone
No compassion anywhere
Why? Why?”

Phantom Of The Opera, Andrew Lloyd Webber Recommended by Sibyl.

“Masquerade...
Paper faces on parade...
Masquerade...
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you...”

The Phantom Of The Opera, Andrew Lloyd Webber

“There is no refuge from confession but suicide, and suicide is confession.”

Webster’s Permanence, Daniel Webster

“my figure feels odd compared to yours
and I'm crooked in places where I shouldn't be
those girls in magazines all look so straight
they're not crooked at all
not like you and not like me.”

Tight, Brenda Weiler

“I remember [...] the Sex Pistols saying that 'no one is innocent'. Too true. What also has to be said though, is that some are more guilty than others.”

Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh

“Relinquishing junk. Stage one, preparation. For this you will need one room which you will not leave. Soothing music. Tomato soup, ten tins of. Mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold. Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of. Magnesia, milk of, one bottle. Paracetomal, mouthwash, vitamins. Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography. One mattress. One bucket for urine, one for feces and one for vomitus. One television and one bottle of Valium. Which I've already procured from my mother. Who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way also a drug addict. And now I'm ready. All I need is one final hit to soothe the pain while the Valium takes effect.”

Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh

“People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.”

Rebecca West

“Stop trying to fit in, when you were born to stand out.”

What A Girl Wants [movie]

“A journal is more than a memory goad. It's therapeutic. The simple act of opening a notebook to put words down stills the crosscurrents of worry, drawing to focus the essential though patterns that best defines us, intersecting those thoughts with the condition of our life at that exact moment. A journal is one of the few anchors the human condition allows us.”

Outside, Randy Wayne White

“The expression of the face balks account,
But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face,
It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him,
The strong sweet quality he has strikes through cotton and broadcloth,
To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more,
You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.”

I Sing The Body Electric, Walt Whitman

“Books won't stay banned. They won't burn. Ideas won't go to jail. In the long run of history, the censor and the inquisitor have always lost. The only sure weapon against bad ideas is better ideas. The source of better ideas is wisdom. The surest path to wisdom is a liberal education.”

Essays on Education, Alfred Whitney

“For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.'”

John Greenleaf Whittier

“If I swallow anything evil, put your finger down my throat.”

Behind Blue Eyes, The Who

“See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.”

Go To The Mirror Boy, The Who Recommended by ariasna.

“So if you care to find me, look to the western sky
As someone told me lately: 'Everyone deserves the chance to fly'
And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free -
To those who'd ground me, take a message back from me
Tell them how I am defying gravity, I'm flying high, defying gravity.”

Defying Gravity, Wicked Recommended by Shay.

“How do you describe the sorting out on arriving at Auschwitz, the separation of children who see a father or mother going away, never to be seen again? How do you express the dumb grief of a little girl and the endless lines of women, children and rabbis being driven across the Polish or Ukrainian landscapes to their deaths? No, I can't do it. And because I'm a writer and teacher, I don't understand how Europe's most cultured nation could have done that. For these men who killed with submachine-guns in the Ukraine were university graduates. Afterwards they would go home and read a poem by Heine. So what happened?”

Elie Wiesel

“No one is as capable of gratitude as one who has emerged from the kingdom of night.”

accepting Nobel Peace Prize, Elie Wiesel

“ It steadies me now but it won't forever. I've done my homework, read books, websites, and message boards, lurked on lists, and even questioned a social worker too exhausted to guard her words, and I know how bad the odds are for girls like me.

We wait to be rescued, but for whatever reason, no one comes. We figure that if no one protects us then we must not be worth protecting so we become prey and are easily picked off. Our wounded, kicked-puppy gazes attract sly predators and we sell ourselves for clearance sale prices, mistaking screwing for caring.

We binge, purge, sleep around. We drink too much and get too high, anything to blot out the past. We accept and endure beatings and humiliations because our fathers, our uncles, and our mothers' twisted boyfriends said they loved us, too, right before they broke our bones and tore our tissue, right before they made us recieve them.

I tighten the first screw. Oh yes, I have done my homework.

We have babies because we want them to love us, to make us important, but they only make us tired and fat and stinking of spit up because they're babies, not saviors. Their fathers leave us, sick of crap and sour milk, sweatpants and tears.

But the babies still need all of us, only there isn't anything left to give because we based our worth on the lowlifes who knocked us up and around.

So our babies end up screwed up and screwed with because now we're single again, too, so we're bringing home guys who secretly like pink satin baby skin more than our silvery stretch marks. We don't see what we should see because having anyone is still supposedly better than being alone.”

Such A Pretty Girl, Laura Wiess

“The snow came down last night like moths
Burned on the moon; it fell till dawn,
Covered the town with simple cloths.

Absolute snow lies rumpled on
What shellbursts scattered and deranged,
Entangled railings, crevassed lawn.

You think: beyond the town a mile
Or two, this snowfall fills the eyes
Of soldiers dead a little while.”

First Snow In Alsace, Richard Wilbuar

“I read about a woman,
someone famous,
who walked into a lake,
pockets loaded with stones.
They said she was mad.
I think she was brave.
As the water crept
over her chin, her nose,
how did she stop herself
from heaving out the stones?”

Jinx, Margaret Wild

“A cigarette is the perfect type of pleasure. It is exquisite and leaves one unsatisfied.”

Oscar Wilde

“A true friend stabs you in the front.”

Oscar Wilde