@dogukan: gavat senin halandir oropsunun evladı. Öldürürüm lan seni piç hayvanı
bu da hayatımın özeti
https://i.imgur.com/TSH6KYE.jpg
uçurumun kenarında yıkık bir çağrı
It shrinks my liver, doesn't it, Nat? It pickles my kidneys, yes. But what does it do to my mind? It tosses the sandbags overboard so the balloon can soar. Suddenly, I'm above the ordinary. I'm competent, supremely competent. I'm walking a tightrope over Niagara Falls. I'm one of the great ones. I'm Michelangelo, molding the beard of Moses. I'm Van Gogh, painting pure sunlight. I'm Horowitz, playing the Emperor Concerto. I'm John Barrymore before the movies got him by the throat. I'm Jesse James and his two brothers — all three of 'em. I'm W. Shakespeare. And out there it's not Third Avenue any longer: it's the Nile, Nat, the Nile — and down it moves the barge of Cleopatra.
He was born in the wrong era, on the wrong side of the river... With the ability to be able to do anything that he wants to do and... findin' nothin' that he wants to do. I mean nothing.
bu sekil begendigi seyleri aklinda tutan insanlara hastayim, film izliyorsun bir yandan not aliyorsun -vaay guzel soz, kullanilir, yaz-
i think the dead should shut up, unless there's something to say.
...honestly, that is the best it's ever been anywhere. in fact, it's too good. it's so good that when i'm finished, i'll pay my check, walk straight into the kitchen and shoot the cook.
