Crusty old man: That would have been a bad job to take, though.
Nick: How Come?
Old man: Whoever took that shot is probably dead by now. That's how a conspiracy works. Them boys on the grassy knoll? They were dead within three hours, buried in the damn desert in unmarked graves out past...
I was either too stupid or not stupid enough. I don't know which. But now I do. Walking the streets all this time, hiding in crowds, listening to the whispers...I learned something. Have you seen what they write on the walls? They're terrified, Arturo. They've got no God now. They've been...
Lucas Hill: My wife and I are old friends. Sometimes with an old friend, you learn to squint away some things, some things you'd maybe rather not see.
Siberia, 2018
Medicine, business, law and engineering...noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance and love...These are what we stay alive for.
Dead Poets Society
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