Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
I always figured when I got older, God would sorta come inta my life somehow. And he didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I would have the same opinion of me that he does.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
Where's the last guy? Ultimo hombre. Last man standing. Must've been one.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
What you got ain't nothin' new. This country's hard on people. You can't stop what's coming. It ain't all waiting on you. That's vanity.