What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves! You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.
Negdje sam isla i poslije na jazz. To prvo je tajno,vrlo povjerljive informacije.Kad bi netko od vas saznao,morala bih vas ubiti. I jos nesto,ne salim se.
"We flipped a coin, okay? You and me. You and me! Coin flip is sacred! Your job is waiting for you in that basement, as per the coin!"
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves! You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves! You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.