It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
The things you own end up owning you.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Twenty years you know a guy, you fuckin' whack him out just like that over a lounge? That's beautiful.
When I introduce you, I'm gonna say, "This is a friend of mine." That means you're a connected guy. Now if I said instead, this is a friend of ours that would mean you a made guy. A Capiche?
All my life I've tried to be the good guy, the guy in the white fucking hat. And for what? For nothing. I'm not becoming like them; I am them.
A wise guy's always right; even when he's wrong, he's right.