Charlie “Nuwanda” Dalton (Dead Poet’s Society, 1989)
❝ Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling.
Gotta do more, gotta be more.
Chaos screaming, chaos dreaming,
Gotta do more, gotta be more! ❞
Todd: I’m not like you, all right? You say things and people listen… I’m not like that.
Neil: Don’t you think you could be?
Todd: No! I… I don’t know, but that’s not the point. The point is that there’s nothing you can do about it.
"I close my eyes and this image floats beside me,
A sweaty toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me,
And all the time he’s mumbling, ‘Truth. Truth like a blanket
That always leaves your feet cold.’
You push it, you stretch it; it’ll never be enough.
You kick it at, you beat it; it’ll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying,
It’ll just cover you face as you wail and cry and scream.”