"Well. I’m ten, so—that qualifies me as an expert." Pronunciation isn’t his forte and maybe he can’t get the word combination out three times fast without tripping over his tongue but he says this like it’s common knowledge and a trademark shit-eating-grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. Nailed it.


"Ten? I would have guessed eight at the most." As she shuts her book in a dramatic teenage fashion she lets a slight curl of the corners of her lips out before reeling herself back in. "But it seems you know just about as much as every other mindless drone around here."

So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers - all false. The truth is that I’m a bad person.
Trainspotting (1996)

"Y-you left me, a-all alone!" Bunny could feel her hands tremble as her eyes were no longer blissfully ignorant of the scars that covered her arms. "Y-you left me, and I died. Look at me! I’m dead. I-I’m dead! You killed me." Tears streamed from the fragile girl’s eyes as her arms wrapped around herself, in a feeble attempt to stay calm. "Don’t touch me!" She shrieked, shoving herself against a wall as if it would protect her from reality.



"Right, because people aren’t dying all the time."


"1.8 people on planet Earth die every second, but opposingly there are 4.3 births every second. That’s 371,163 births and 152,505 deaths every day. 218,658 more births than deaths. Face it, you’re in a dying business.”