“I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?
‘No,’ says the man in Washington, ‘It belongs to the poor.’
‘No,’ says the man in the Vatican, ‘It belongs to God.’
‘No,’ says the man in Moscow, ‘It belongs to everyone.’
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose…
Rapture.
A city where the artist would not fear the censor,
where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality,
where the great would not be constrained by the small.
And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well.”
―Andrew Ryan
Well, to be honest, after years of smoking and drinking, you do sometimes look at yourself and think… You know, just sometimes, in between the first cigarette with coffee in the morning to that four hundredth glass of cornershop piss at 3am, you do sometimes look at yourself and think… this is fantastic. I’m in heaven.
Dylan Moran (via mattod)
