and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
Our whole existence here is based on this great premise that we’re special - that we’re superior to the whole thing. But we’re not. We’re just like everyone else. We bought into the same, ridiculous delusion.
— Revolutionary Road (2008)
- What’s your name?
- Django. The ‘D’ is silent.
