“Herondales.“ Zachariah’s voice was a breath, half laughter, half pain. "I had almost forgotten. No other family does so much for love, or feels so much guilt for it. Don’t carry the weight of the world on you, Jace. It’s too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.”
Someone dies in a very colorful way. In the past, the writers have written [visual] things that we know will never be shot. But that thing was shot. It’s there. It’s in it. It’s going to be really sexy and very bloody.
I cannot live with myself any longer.” This was the thought that kept repeating itself in my mind. Then suddenly I became aware of what a peculiar thought it was. `Am I one or two? If I cannot live with myself, there must be two of me: the `I’ and the `self’ that `I’ cannot live with.“ "Maybe,” I thought, “only one of them is real.
Chekov, drugged in the medbay:
Blowing on a dandelion is basically helping a weed ejaculate.
I was having a good day. We were all having a good day.
I mean it’s kind of not, seeds aren’t analogous to sperm, hell, pollen isn’t analogous to sperm, plants don’t do dimorphic gametes like that. a better analogy would be firing a couple dozen fully-formed babies from a tshirt cannon.
PAUL: People always assume that John was the hard-edged one and I was the soft-edged one, so much so that over the years I’ve come to accept that. But Linda said, ‘You’ve got a hard edge, it’s just not on the surface. I know, living with you all this time.’ It’s true, I can bite, I certainly have a hard side, and she said, ‘And John had a very soft side too.’ I think that’s a much better analysis of it than most people have. John, because of his upbringing and his unstable family life, had to be hard, witty, always ready for the cover-up, ready for the riposte, ready with the sharp little witticism. Whereas with my rather comfortable upbringing, a lot of family, lot of people, very northern, ‘Cup of tea, love?’, my surface grew to be easy-going. Put people at their ease. Chat to people, be nice, it’s nice to be nice. Which is the common philosophy for most people. But we wouldn’t have put up with each other had we each only had that surface. I often used to boss him round, and he must have appreciated the hard side in me or it wouldn’t have worked; conversely, I very much appreciated the soft side in him. It was a four-cornered thing rather than two-cornered, it had diagonals and my hard side could talk to John’s hard side when it was necessary, and our soft edges talked to each other.
John was more introverted and much more willing to hurt someone in order to try and save his own neck, but this had never been a requirement for me, except running away from guys who would hit you physically. Mentally, no one could say much to hurt me, whereas with John: his dad wasn’t at home, so it was 'Where’s yer dad, you bastard?’ And his mother lived with somebody and that was called 'living in sin’ in those days, so there was another cheap shot against him. John had a lot to guard against, and it formed his personality; he was a very guarded person. I think that was the balance between us: John was caustic and witty out of necessity and, underneath, quite a warm character when you got to know him. I was the opposite, easy-going, friendly, no necessity to be caustic or biting or acerbic but I could be tough if I needed to be.
paul mccartney: many years from now, barry miles