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Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don’t you - why don’t you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you’re afraid to.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings obliteration.

endless list of my favourite male horror characters:

I’ve never told you this and it probably means you’ll have to fire me, but… well actually, I’m in love with you. Yes, I mean… I mean in that way. Completely. And I know, I know you don’t see me in that way. It’s perfectly fine. I’m a grown-up. I just thought I’d lighten the gloom with something totally unexpected.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.