“I never thought I could see my own death before it happened, Wendy. Seriously, if there’s any way to beat this thing, I gotta stay focused… and if I look at that picture, all I’m gonna do is obsess. So you know what? I don’t want to see it. I mean, unless we have to.”
People never really run away from anything. The rain didn’t last long, did it? You know what I think? I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.
PSYCHO DIR. ALFRED HITCHCOCK PREMIERED 60 YEARS AGO TODAY
In death there are no accidents, no coincidences, no mishaps, and no escapes. You have to realize is that we’re just a mouse that a cat has by the tail. Every single move we make from the mundane to the monumental, the red light that we stop at or run, the people we have sex with or want with us, the airplanes that we ride or walk out of, it’s all part of death’s sadistic design. Leading to the grave.
FINAL DESTINATION (2000), dir. by James Wong
A lucky few survive a disaster. And then one by one… death comes for them all. You changed things on that bridge. There’s a wrinkle in reality. And that wrinkle is you.