I like checking days off a calendar—151 days crossed and nothing truly horrible has happened. 152 and the world isn’t ruined. 153 and I haven’t destroyed anyone. 154 and no one really hates me. Sometimes I think I won’t ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don’t have to worry about life anymore. — Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn
It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday she seems to have taken from this parts and in recognition of the impostor that stands in her stead.
V FOR VENDETTA
2005, dir. James McTeigue
I always do the last dance of the season.
This year somebody told me not to.
So I'm gonna do my kind of dancing with a great partner, who's not only a terrific dancer, but somebody who's taught me that there are people willing to stand up for other people no matter what it costs them.
Somebody who's taught me about the kind of person I want to be.