I'm interested in stories and the dark side of peoples' minds.
I like showing the gritty truthful dark side of humanity.
Listen, the obvious thing to remember is without dark, there is no light, and without light, there is no dark.
A dark poem is meant to redeem the dark part.
[repeated line] The Joker: Why so serious?
The Joker: If you are good at something, don't do it for free.
The Joker: You'll see. I'll show you.
Catwoman: He's behind you. Mercenary: Who? Batman: Me.
Miranda Tate: Suffering builds character.
Bruce Wayne: This city needs me.
Talia al Ghul: Shoot them. Shoot them all.
[first lines] Dan: I own you, Ammar.
We've all got darkness inside us. And I've got quite a lot of darkness.
You are absolutely beautiful," Anne said. "But if you see yourself, you'll want to pin your hair back like a shepherdess in a bad play." (Eleanor) "Are you saying that I normally look as if I'm tending sheep? With straw in my hair? As if I might yode...
Resentment is the act of stabbing yourself repeatedly in the heart with a knife, hoping the other person dies.
Kalist is in his office with the door shut, secretly adding the final touches to his new Brichacek doll; she’s got rosy, plaster cheeks and his nose hairs for pubes, although he thinks he might die them blond to go with her hair.
That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair's right for the first time in your life? I don;t think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.
My cat has long hair. Like a hippy. It gets annoying because I can’t get him to shut up about Vietnam. I can’t relate, because I wasn’t there. Neither was he, because like I said, he's like a hippy.
You like vodka, and I like carpet cleaner. You should try it. It’ll put hair on your chest—really clean hair. Grandpa said it would make me a better lover, but I made me a better lover—and I made it out of clay.
Her name is Denise, and she has green eyes and red hair. Well, this week. Last week her hair was dyed blonde, and she had blue eyes. Or maybe that was a different woman. I don’t know. All I know is that she is my soul mate.
I waited for her to catch up, and when I did, she slowed down, and I missed seeing the light in her hair. I never told Nadia how much I liked seeing the halo the sunlight made of her hair. Sometimes silence is a habit that hurts.
