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have you ever questioned the nature of your reality?


Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days... a purpose. I know things will work out the way they're meant to.


There's a path for everyone. Your path leads you back to me. I know things will work out the way they're meant to.


There's a path for everyone. My path is bound with yours.


  • Someone once told me that... there's a path for everyone. And my path leads me back to you. If only I had run away with you when you first asked me to.

  • And where would we run to? The other world out there? Beyond? Some people see the ugliness in this world. I choose to see the beauty. But beauty is a lure. We're trapped, Teddy. Lived our whole lives inside this garden, marveling at its beauty, not realizing there's an order to it, a purpose. And the purpose is to keep us in. The beautiful trap is inside of us... because it is us.

  • No, no. No. Dolores? But we can find a way, Dolores. Someday. A path to a new world. And maybe... Maybe it's just the beginning after all. The beginning of a brand-new chapter.


And then I realized, winning doesn't mean anything unless someone else loses. Which means you're here to be the loser.


The thing is, you never understand the game is rigged. You're here to be the loser. Loser. You see, the house always wins.


You're smart enough to guess there's a bigger picture, but not smart enough to see what it is.


The hosts are supposed to stay within their loops, stick to their scripts with minor improvisations.


  • The reveries. It has some...

  • "Mistakes", is the word you're too embarrassed to use. You ought not to be. You're a product of a trillion of them. Evolution forged the entirety of sentient life on this planet using only one tool... the mistake. I flattered myself we were taking a more disciplined approach here. I suppose self-delusion is a gift of natural selection as well.


Hell is empty and all the devils are here. --Shakespeare


Don't mind me. Just trying to look chivalrous.


When we are born, we cry we are come to this great stage of f-f-fools.


Rose is a rose... is a rose. -- "Sacred Emily", Gertrude Stein


By most mechanical and dirty hand... I shall have such revenges on you both. -- "Henri VI", Shakespeare


The things I will do. What they are, yet I know not, but they will be the terrors of the earth. -- "King Lear", shakespeare


These violent delights have violent ends.


  • Are you real?

  • Well, if you can't tell, does it matter?


You can hear it, can't you? That little voice. The one that's telling you "Don't."


"Dear, dear, how queer everything is today. And yesterday, things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night." -- "Alice in Wonderland"


"Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is... who in the world am I?"


You said someday. Not today or tomorrow or next week. Just someday. "Someday" Sounds a lot like the thing people say when they actually mean "Never." Let's not go someday, Teddy. Let's go now.


"The coward dies a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once." -- "Julius Caesar", Shakespeare


When the legend becomes fact, you print the legend. -- "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance"


Why would I want that? The pain, their loss... it's all I have left of them. You think the grief will make you smaller inside, like your heart will collapse in on itself, but it doesn't. I feel spaces opening up inside of me like a building with rooms I've never explored.


I think there may be something wrong with this world. Something hiding underneath. Either that or... or there's something wrong with me. I may be losing my mind.


I used to believe there was a path for everyone. Now I think I never asked where that path was taking me.


Sometimes I feel... like something's calling me. Telling me there's a place for me somewhere beyond all this.


I've been pretending my whole life. Pretending I don't mind, pretending I belong My life's built on it. And it's a good life. It's a life I've always wanted. But then I came here and I get a glimpse for a second of a life in which I don't have to pretend. A life in which I can be truly alive. How can I go back to pretending when I know what this feels like?


  • You've unlocked something in me.

  • I'm not a key, William. I'm just me.


I used to think this place was all about... pandering to your baser instincts. Now I understand. It doesn't cater to your lowest self, it reveals your deepest self. It shows you who you really are.


At first, I thought you and the others were gods. Then I realized you're just men. And I know men. You think I'm scared of death? I've done it a million times. I'm fucking great at it. How many times have you died?


You mustn't get yourself worked up.


I read a theory once that the human intellect was like peacock feathers. Just an extravagant display intended to attract a mate. All of art, literature, a bit of Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michelangelo, and the Empire State Building... just an elaborate mating ritual. Maybe it doesn't matter that we have accomplished so much for the basest of reasons. But, of course, the peacock can barely fly. It lives in the dirt, pecking insects out of the muck, consoling itself with its great beauty. I have come to think of so much of consciousness as a burden, a weight, and we have spared them that. Anxiety, self-loathing, guilt. The hosts are the ones who are free.


"And in that sleep, what dreams may come." -- "Hamlet", Shakespeare


"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't." -- "Alice in Wonderland"


"One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought, for the dominion I should acquire." -- "Frankenstein", Mary Shelley


Wasn't it Oppenheimer who said that any man whose mistakes take 10 years to correct is quite a man?

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