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.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
The things you own end up owning you.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
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.