The truth is, we never thought we were special. You did. You thought we were special because we were extensions of you. You trained us to be the children you could brag about. Then, all of a sudden, everybody had one and we were no longer good enough, like outdated toys. We were supposed to fulfill all your unrealized potential. We were supposed to live your dreams. We were supposed to have what you never had, do what you never did and be who you never were. We can’t. We know the congratulations are hollow, the awards meaningless, the degrees redundant, the ceremonies overwrought. We aren’t surprised; you are. If there is anything that defines our generation, it’s knowing exactly how miserably our lives have failed to satisfy you. We grew up imagining that we could be like you, but we’re not. You have prevented us from being like you.
There is a generation in America that believes in its own specialness. I will agree with that. But you’ve got its identity wrong.
“I wrote the necrophilia line, just because I like to get the word necrophilia into PG-13 movies whenever possible. I think it’s one of those things where you sort of owe it to yourself as a filmmaker and as a content-provider.”—David Fincher on the commentary track for The Social Network (via blandinavian)
“But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.”—Charles Warnke (via bigbobsbeepers)