Too little attention is paid to the dark side of incentives. They are anything but a magic bullet. Psychologists have known this for years, but it seems largely hidden from the world of commerce.
I mean, The New York Times actually had an interesting case recently where they described a detainee who was afraid of the dark, and so he was purposely kept very much in the dark.
His voice is muddy, that's what it is. Dark and brown and muddy. A note to it like coffee left too long on the burner. And unsweetened, bitter chocolate. But there's dirt in it too, deep, dark dirt, like the garden in October.
Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!
I just don't think there are any rules to color. You have a small space with no windows? Put lamps in there, make it dramatic, paint the ceiling black. Do something with it. If it's dark, accentuate the darkness.
All of us are born with a set of instinctive fears - of falling, of the dark, of lobsters, of falling on lobsters in the dark, of speaking before a Rotary Club, and of the words "Some Assembly Required".
Nestled in the valley of darkness, in the deepest depths of depression, are the priceless gems of; creativity, intuition and sensitivity. The trick is learning how to navigate the dark, so these precious gems can be unearthed and their beauty beheld.
I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half-empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.
I don't go on the Internet. I never go on the Internet. I don't go on Twitter. I'm not on Facebook. I've seen friends go into dark, dark holes of sadness because of that. Frankly, I don't have the time or the attention span for it.
Bruce Wayne: The bandit, in the forest in Burma, did you catch him? Alfred Pennyworth: Yes. Bruce Wayne: How? Alfred Pennyworth: We burned the forest down.
[stumbles out of wrecked truck] The Joker: [to Batman] Come on, I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on, hit me. *Hit me!*
Alfred Pennyworth: Will you be wanting the Batpod, sir? Bruce Wayne: In the middle of the day, Alfred? Not very subtle. Alfred Pennyworth: The Lamborghini, then. [with deadpan sarcasm] Alfred Pennyworth: Much more subtle.
Bruce Wayne: How will it hold up against dogs? Lucius Fox: We talking Rottweilers or Chihuahuas? Should do fine against cats.
Batman: Because sometimes the truth isn't good enough. [insert cut: Alfred burns the envelope from Rachel] Batman: Sometimes, people deserve more.
The Joker: [Is about to unmask the unconscious Batman but Gordon suddenly points a gun to his head] Arrrgh! Could you *please* just give me a minute?
Scarecrow: Buyer beware. I told you my compound would take you places. I never said they were places you wanted to go!
Lt. James Gordon: They'll hunt you. Batman: You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me. Set the dogs on me. Because that's what needs to happen.
Natascha: How could you want to raise children in a city like this? Bruce Wayne: Well, I grew up in Gotham, and I turned out all right.
Alfred Pennyworth: You spat in the faces of Gotham's worse criminals. Didn't you think there might be some casualties? Things were always going to get worse before they got better.
Harvey Dent: Very well. Take the Batman into custody. [everyone at the press conference looks confused] Harvey Dent: I am the Batman.
Detective Murphy: Look at these ugly bastards. Fat Thug: I don't feel good. Detective Murphy: You're a cop-killer. You're lucky to be feeling anything below the neck.
