“All stories, even the ones we love, must eventually come to an end and when they do, it’s only an opportunity for another story to begin.”
Why aren’t the reviews of last night’s episode talking about the fact that Walter was hiding in his own tomb?
“We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.”
I’m mentally compiling a list of things I want to happen to Meth Damon, I mean, Todd. At the top of the list is his Uncle’s comment about Lydia.
“The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is “He dies.” It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with “He dies.” And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it’s only natural to be sad, but not because of the words “He dies.” but because of the life we saw prior to the words.”
Why isn’t there a video of Jesse singing the old Hee-Haw gloom song? Jesse is being tortured while Walter sits around and strokes his oversized ego.
All quotes are from Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium.