Violin

Two paired particles when separated and moving away from eachother. No matter how far away from one another the particles may move. Any change imposed to any of the two particles will result in a correlating effect in the other. Thus the particles are entangled through space and time, just like you and me.

The Visitor

I've been teaching the same course for twenty years,
and it doesent mean anything to me.
None of it does.
I pretend.
I pretend that I'm busy.
That I'm working. 
That I'm writing.
I'm not doing anything.
I'm sorry.

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North And South

John Thornton: Miss Hale, I didn't just come here to thank you. I came... because... I think it... very likely... I know I've never found myself in this position before. It's... difficult to find the words. Miss Hale, my feelings for you... are very strong...
Margaret Hale: Please! Stop. Pray, please don't go any further.
John Thornton: Excuse me?
Margaret Hale: Please don't continue in that way. It's not the way of a gentleman.
John Thornton: I'm well aware that in your eyes at least, I'm not a gentleman. But I think I deserve to know why I am offensive.
Margaret Hale: It offends me that you should speak to me as if it were your... duty to rescue my reputation!
John Thornton: I spoke to you about my feelings because I love you; I had no thought for your reputation!
Margaret Hale: You think that because you are rich, and my father is in... reduced circumstances, that you can have me for your possession! I suppose I should expect no less from someone in trade!
John Thornton: I don't want to possess you! I wish to marry you because I love you!
Margaret Hale: You shouldn't! Because I do not like you, and never have.
John Thornton: One minute we talk of the colour of fruit, the next of love. How does that happen?
Margaret Hale: My friend, Bessy Higgins, is dying.
John Thornton: And that of course, is my fault too.
Margaret Hale: I'm sorry.
John Thornton: For what? That you find my feelings for you offensive? Or that you assume because I'm in trade I'm only capable of thinking in terms of buying and selling? Or that I take pleasure in sending my employees to an early grave?
Margaret Hale: No! No, no, of course not. I'm... I'm sorry... to be so blunt. I've not learnt how to... how to refuse... how to respond when a... when a man talks to me as you just have.
John Thornton: Oh, there are others? This happens to you every day? Of course. You must have to disappoint so many men that offer you their heart.
Margaret Hale: Please, understand, Mr. Thornton...
John Thornton: I do understand. I understand you completely.

Skeivpakistaner

Det finnes all slags minoriteter, mennesker med blondt hår for eksempel... mennesker som har fregner. En minoritet er bare ansett for å være en minoritet hvis den utgjør en trussel mot majoriteten. Trusselen kan være ekte eller innbilt, har ingenting å si. Og i det ligger frykten. Hvis minoriteten på noen måte er usynlig, da er frykten mye større. Og den frykten er grunnen til at minoriteten blir forfulgt. Så det ligger alltid en årsak bak. Årsaken er frykt. Minoriteter er bare mennesker, mennesker som deg og meg. - George, A Single Man 2009

Å hele tiden tenke på at man er annerledes hjelper ikke særlig når målet med hverdagen til en tenåring er å passe inn og bli usynlig i mengden. Jeg tror det mest forvirrende med å vokse opp som jeg gjorde var alle de forskjellige impulsene om ble skutt mot meg. Jeg hadde en tilbakeholden mamma som hele tiden passet på at vi aldri bråkte, at vi aldri tilegnet oss et negativt inntrykk, at vi aldri gjorde oss merket. Vi skulle bryte med stereotypen/fordommen om at innvandrerbarn var høylytte og rotete. Pappa var streng og samtidig liberal. Han ville være så norsk som mulig. Vi skulle fremtre som "norske" når vi var ute. Men når vi var hjemme så var det greit for ham å stille helt andre krav til oss. Dobbeltmoral var en av de første store ordene jeg lærte meg. Når jeg møtte mennesker ute så var det vanskelig å kombinere alle de forskjellige impulsene. Ifølge mange av de personene jeg ble kjent med så hadde jeg ett kjedelig liv. Et liv uten prestasjoner, hobbyer, aktiviteter og den type livsgleder som folk jeg møtte var vant til. Mens alt det her foregår, så kan du tenke deg en spinkel og redd liten bruning i skapet. Det var meg. Jeg hadde ikke noe ønske om å bidra med min lille hemmelighet. Å holde det inne hjalp ikke noe særlig med å utvikle personligheten min heller. Jeg var på en måte fanget i en ond sirkel der jeg hele tiden bagatelliserte tankene mine og meg selv. Jeg var ikke viktig nok for at det skulle bety noe. Dette var status quo igjennom mesteparten av barndommen min. Ihvertfall helt til at jeg begynte på videregående. De to siste årene på videregående og det første året på universitet er nok den perioden av livet mitt jeg er mest takknemlig for. Det er da jeg kom ut. Glemmer aldri det øyeblikket når broren min tok meg med ut for en kebab og sa at uansett hva jeg er, så har ikke det noe å si for hvem jeg er. Jeg trenger ikke å gjøre meg til. Jeg trenger ikke å falle i noen bås. Jeg trenger ikke å prøve å være noen andre enn den jeg er. Og at selv om jeg ikke kan bli gravid. Så betyr ikke det at jeg aldri kan ha barn. Jeg kan ha en familie. Og vi kan alle fortsatt være en familie sammen. Ingenting har endret seg og ingenting vil endre seg. Når jeg tenker over det så innser jeg hvor heldig jeg er som har den støtten fra søskene mine.  Jeg er en lykkeligere voksen enn jeg var et lykkelig barn. Men ikke alle kan ha like gode erfaringer med å komme ut av skapet... uheldigvis.      

Migrapolis - Skeive Meg

Stoker

You know I've often wondered why it is we have children in the first place.
And the conclusion I've come to is. 
At some point in our lives we realize things are... 
They're screwed up beyond repair. 
So we decide to start again.
Wipe the slate clean.
Start fresh.
And we have children.
Little carbon copies we can turn to and say.
You will do what I could not.
You will succeed where I have failed.
Because we want someone to get it right this time.
... but not me.
Personally speaking I can't wait to watch life tear you apart.

India...
Who are you?
You were supposed to love me weren't you?

Education

The school in the 30's wrote to our parents saying; we think Gillian has a learning disorder. 
She couldn't concentrate, she was fidgeting. I think now they would say she has ADHD. 
She sat on her hands for 20 minutes while this man was talking to our mother about all the problems Gillian was having in school. The minute they left the room she was on her feet moving to the music. And he turned to our mother; Mrs. Lynne, Gillian isn't sick. She's a dancer. Take her to a dance school.
I can't tell you how wonderful this was. We walked into a room and it was full of people like me. People who couldn't sit still. People who had to move to think.
Now Gillian eventually auditioned for the royal ballet school, she became a solist. She had a wonderful career at the royal ballet. She graduated from the ballet school and founded her own company. The Gillian Dance Company. Met Andrew Loyd Webber. She has been responsible for some of the most successful musical theaters in history. She has given pleasure to millions. And she is a multimillionaire.
Somebody else might have put her on medication and told her to calm down.

Education

Five Dances

For You

Loose Cannons

The earth can't disown a tree

Il Compleano

Iva Zanicchi - Zingara

The Golden Pin

I remember we went to see this classic opera.
The princess refused the king's order to end her 
relationship with a warrior who loved her
and marry the foreign king she didn't love.
So the King sent her;
poison
rope
and a sword.
She refused all 
and chose death by her golden pin.

But I didn't do that. 
People have tradegies. 
But we need to let them go and move on.
It's fate.

Blood and Chocolate

I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other

A Single Man

There are all sorts of minorities,
blondes for example... people with freckles.
A minority is only thought of as one when 
it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority.
A real threat or an imagined one.
And therein lies the fear.
If that minority is somehow invisible,
then the fear is much greater.
And that fear is why the minority is persecuted.
So you see there is always a cause.
The cause is fear.
Minorities are just people.
People like us

Get Real

A young guy who just happens to be gay.
.. I am sick of feeling totally alone.
I want to have friends who like me for who I am
I want to be part of a family who love me for who I am,
not someone I pretend to be to keep their love.
I am sick of hiding ...
being sad and scared ...
It must be more of you who feel like this, like I do ....
It's only love. What is everyone so scared of?

Head On

I'm a whore, a dog and a cunt.
My fathers insults make me strong.
I accept them all.
I'm sliding towards the sewer.
I'm not struggling.
I can smell the shit.
But I'm still breathing.
I'm gonna live my life.
I'm not gonna make a difference.
I'm not gonna change a thing.
None is gonna remember me when I'm dead.

I'm a sailor and a whore.
And I will be, until the end of the world.

Time To Leave

They say that the root of laughter is in our brain making a connection never made before. 
It’s why jokes are less funny each subsequent time we hear them. 
It’s also why often our first instinct when we have an epiphany is to erupt into laughter

Free Fall

Can you live out your truth in this most uncompromising way? Or, can you live with someone who is? What does freedom look like in a world full of all the shoulds and musts which we and others continually wish to impose upon ourselves?

Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho

Clapham Junction

Anyway, 
how do we know this poor chap outside was sniffing around as you say?
He could have just been walking. And we don't even know if he's gay.
In any case. 
Even if he was sniffing around and fucking like a dog in the bushes,
what the hell does it matter?
He was in the most dreadful appalling state. 
And none. None deserves to be treated like that.